The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1874-02-03

hot. vet tor nae the atmosphere hsS only
Just the chill off, for [ was lately home
from heightened soiourn in Bombay.
| had been to the India Office to see one
of the officials on little matter of detail
connected with my furlough. and L had
two or three hours to spare before my
train-I live at Sevenoaks. and had a
return ticket by the London, Chatham
and Doyer-was due to start, and l
didn't know exactly how to employ the
time. | strolled &C ross the Parade, as
cended the steps by the Duke of York s
Column, stood and stared at the statue
they have just put up of Outram horse
standing on three legs, and Outram look
ing back, aud leaning on the flank OF his
horse. Well, [ hadn't much fault to
fnd with the statue, except, perhaps, as
to the horse being a little heavy, and
that 1 d have made him splashing out
with his near fore-leg, seeing that his
riders leaning over the off flank but,
notwithstanding, its spirited thing. and
that's good deal TO say in these days.
When I'd had good look at Outram
[ turned into Pail Mall and took long
stare at the print-shops, and then | saun-
tered along the Opera colorado, fra
grant Whit of some cooking going on at
the restaurant making me feel all of q
sudden as if [ was hungry.
Perhaps you will say that [ was in the
right quarter to be satisfied but [ didn't
feel so. [ am, like John Gilpin, of
frugal mind. / haven't toiled all these
years in foreign land under blazing
sun to dissipate my modest hoard on
cooks and restauraDters; moreover. my
appetite is masculine one, and is not to
be appeased by outlets as big as half
crowns. Should / take the bus to Pad
dingtou and lunch with my sister Emily?
Paddington is long way, Emily as like
as not would be out, and if at home she
would probably be luncbing off cream
cheese and Osborne biscuits and glass
of Gladstonian claret. Should L retreat
to my station and refresh myself calmly
at the dining-room there, and await my
train? There was something ignomin-
ious in the idea. Here was | in one of
the most wonderful cities in the world.
and all could find it in my heart to do
was to get out out of it as quick as pos
sible.
Irresolute I stood at the corner of the
Hay Market, not having made up my
mind which way tc 60. I had't stood
there second before an old Irish woman
asked me the way to Bethnal Green.
was rather Hurried at this, as,although |
have good general idea of the direction
of Bethnal Green, found it difficult to
methodize it with sufficient rapidity for
the old Irish woman, who gave me a
glance of contempt and passed on.
Before | had recovered from this two
very nice looking girls. moved, [ sup
pose, By my fatherly appearance, besought
me, with charming smiles, to direct them
to the Academy. Now in my young
DAYS tie Academy used to be at the Ma
tional Gallery, and although | ought to
have known very we'll that it was now at
the Burlington House, yet had some
how never realized the fact, and SO [ sent
off these two very nice young creatures
entirely in the wrong direction. My heart
smote me the next moment. aud was
about to rush across the street to stop
them, and put them in the right way,
when was seized by florid young Irish
man with all the superfons energy and
huency of his country. VINO insisted on
nv directing him to the chief commits
sioner of the civil service, and was very
angry with me when Iassured him there
was no such iunction"ry. tie insisted
on producing an official envelope ad-
dressed to Michael O'Donovan. Esq, at
some bowling wilderness in Tipperary,
which certainly bore in the corner the
words, civil Service Commission. f"
"Apd would there be commission
without a commissioner cried Michael
triumphantly, but scorufully; and then
I saw what he wanted. of course, and
sent him off to Deans Yard but L
didn't know, alter all, whether be
A..
wouldn't have committed an assault
upon me, With the idea that he d got
that was "desaving" him. l hope to
goodness the civil service commission
hasn't moved too, or | shall fear TO find
my tall Irish friend waiting for me at
the corner of the Hay Market, with big
stick next time | pass.
But next minute | was paid for all,
when such sweet voice fell upon my
ear, and lady with little boy In her
b.pd asked me the WAY To Regent street