The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1873-12-22
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Says the Peoria Reu'eao "feop.e VIM
have read Dickens's Bleak House VIII ENJOY
hearing Janauschek in Chesney Wolo.
Those who have never read the thrlling
novel from which the play is dramatlzca
will rise up and call us blessed for the toi,
lowing truthful summary OF scenery anu
Incidents: Sir Leicester Paddock was the
stateliest baronet in England. be mao IN
early life swallowed Il ramrod, the sore" OF
which stuck in the roof of his mouth. and ne
never was known to unbcnd thereafter. he
had a pedigree as long as tailor's bill, ana
believed that his ancestors were the paolock
TINT fastened the floodgates OF heaven
when the ark was put in commission. My
Lady Paddock managed Sir LEICESTER 5
finances. She made investments IN every
millinery shop in the Dnlteu aug
dom. She had two incumbrances Wnen sue
married Sir Leicester, chancerY SUIT and a
husband. The former Sir Leicester didn't
care ANYTHING about, the latter he didn't
know ANYTHING about. My lady was wo-
man not fond Of stirring up trouble in the
family, so she never said anything about lt.
Sir Leicester had lawyer. Not reliaDle,
responsible, good-looking, popular lawyer,
like Tom Crafty, but q sneaking kind oil a
SINISTER named Takahorn. 1t was generally
supposed that he named himself, for bis in
variable custom with the great families OF
| England was to make capital out OF his
name. Sir Leicester introduced him to my
lady as mir. Takahorn.' My lady did not
understand. 'Ah!' she said, inquiringly,
|. Mr.--Takahorn Thank you, my
| ladv,' said this old fraud since you are SO
kind, don't care If l do. With little
| lemon, if you please
"This is the way the legal, old humbug
| used to get bis free drinks. My lady tum.
bled to his little game, and he never lagsed
her on that lay again. My lady's place III
Lincolnshire was the rainiest place IN the
world. Umbrela-makers used to make IN
| dependent fortunes in that county. Inc
house had two fXtures-Mrs. BounceWel
| Uhe housekeeper) and the Ghosts walk
| There is dreadful story about the Ghosts
walk. About 1919 years b. Z. one OF inc
Padlocks, at the close of an exciting electlon
campaign, in which old Bill Allen, OF ONO
| was brought into notoriety for the hrst time
experienced a disastrous reaction from the
usual convivial rejoicings, and was chased
out of his room-window, IN The httn story,
| by battalion OF snakes which issued
from his boots. lie broke his leg Cn
and bad n peg leg made, with which lie
used to stump up and down the terrace
armed with a shotgun, laying for those
snakes. After sending large NUMBER ol
| his family to the happy hunting grounds by
innocentlv installing them for those reptiles,
| he was perforated by his son. But his ghost
| still haunted the terrace, and the shostly
| stramp.whack Of his sound foot and peg
leg would be heard whenever death, trou'
| bic, or disgrace threatened Che>ney Void
| when creditor was coming, or sheriff or
| bailitf was near, or lishtnnS-rod man i'm
| pended. or a book agent orr sewing machine
| man contemplated descent on Chesney
Void; or woman with church
subscription started out, or people with
mission came around, or an lnsu-
rance agent struck the county. On all such oc-
casions the step on the Ghosts walk would be
heard, and Sir Leicester Paddock would unite
all the dogs, and take his shotgun and him.
SELF up in high tower commanding all en-
frances to the castle. Among the other in
teresting characters Of the play is a detective
who talks with his thumb. He was great
faro-player. If there was tiger within
200 mile, he wanted to buck it. So they
called him Bucket, which grew to be his
name. He was always Il full bucket, too.
Another character is 10. Rertetc ncWsboy,
who was accustomed to sell this excellent
paper to the crowned heads Of Europe. All
went we'll till MIR. ruknhorn went and tShed
up my Iady's other husband. Then my
lady, as is the custom of the feminine no.
biity in England, ran OFT and walked $50
miles Que night in her ball-dresS, in a pelting
rain.storm. The inlallible Detective Bucket
is sent to hunt her, and with the unerring
ability of his class finds her about month
after every body else knows she is dead. Sir
Leicester Paddock is struck down with the
lockiaw, Mr.. Takahorn, the author of all the
mischief, dies in whiskey fit, or, as the In.
quest stated, from shot in the neck and
Jo starves to death and goes to heaven with
Il bundle of RerietcS under his arm. The
rest of the characters get on a strike and are
hustled of bY the police"