Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-01-19
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it all night when it's dark. Didn't tell
you was busy at my chambers?"
Eyes, dear" said Mrs. Smith.
ssThen how could it be me at Evans's
It's mistake altogether, as I've told
you before. It must have been that
fellow from Gray's Inn that he saw,
Stubbles, I think his name is. Good
deal like me; mocks me in dress, too.
Been mistaken for me. and I've had
lawyers clerks addressing me for him q
score of times. Resemblance is won
derfal when we have on our wigs and
gown"
ST don't think should be deceived, !"
said Smiths wife quietly.
ssYou, my dear--pooh ! No, of
course not. Not likely" said Mr..
Smith, as he reached the door; but he
turned for an instant and his wife gave
utterance to her favorits ejaculation
"Oh!"
For the next two or three weeks
Smiths wife looked very quiet and Sc
rious; those little rounded lips of hers
were pressed together until they ap-
peared quite thin; and then there came
morning when she sat over her break
fast reading a cutting from the
Times of the previous day, which some
anonymous friend had clipped out, n
closed in an envelope and directed to
her.
"Who's your letter from 7" said
Smith suddenly.
st don't know" was the quiet reply.
cts piece of the police news, and
the account of one Harry Stubbles,
whose name was afterwards found to be
Charles Smith, of the Temple, being
drunk and riotous, and assaulting the
police"
"Good gracious |" CALCULATED Smith.
But won't stand it. Now, isn't it
too bad? But I'll have an action against
him."
Against whom2'. said Smiths wife
quietly.
Against whom? why Stubblss. To
add to all the annoyances he has given
me by taking my name But, thank
goodness there is law in the land-a
scoundrel !"
"But you did not come home the
right before last, Charley ?"
"Come home No; how could I,
pressed as am just now? But I be-
ieve next that you will really think I
am the man meant there" he added, in
injured tones. ''Such abominable false
hoods, when was detained as was,
and glad to get nap on sofa."
"Oh! !" said Mrs. Smith, quietly, and
no more was said.
Half an hour afterward, looking ex-
ceedingly blank, the master of the
house took his departure.
A week elapsed, and there came an
evening when couple Of friends drop
ped in ct Smiths chambers to announce
that Tompkins. gave his scall supper
that night, and brought an invitation.
"Can't go, indeed" said Smith. 81
haven't spent an evening at home this
week"
Never mind" said one, "what does
that matter Stop at home overy night
next week to make up for it.
Really. rather not, ]" said Smith.
"But, Tompkins, you know, such q
good sort of fellow" said the other.
Good, indeed" said Smith fercely,
as he blew out his cheeks Sc ran like q
cur that night of the row and left me
in the lurch." SIS
"Well. really" said the first speaker,
"I think we were really shabby to you
that night; but we showed up well next
morning."
Eyes, and one of you let my name
out to the police
''Ah /! that was that noodle Duffy; we
could not foresee that s
Nice mess it made" said Smith,
who was very sore upon the point.
'sSome one, too, was kind enough to
send my wife the police reports
BEAST
Chow did you get out of it, Smiffy''
"Said it was some one else exactly
like me-, said Smith, with a grin at his
own astuteness.
.But would Mrs. Smith believe
that?"
ssYes, of course, said Smith.
And yielding to little more pressure
he accompanied his friend to Temp
kins', where Prosser his oysters, Guin.
ness his stout, and whisky of Kinahan
to be tended to what was on all hands
declared the jolliest evening ever spent.
There was great disgust evinced,
though when about IL o'clock Smith
rose, mades short speech of thickly
uttered words, all joined together, and
then, in spite of all remonstrance, went
rather unsteadily out on the landing,
closed the door, muttered. ''Mr. Temp
kins, "stosd listening for a few moments
to the singing of chorus, and lastly
put on his hat very far back over his
ears, smiled and gave it tilt forward
over his eyes, VIXEN it fell with an echo
ing bang upon the floor, causing it's
owner the most thorough satisfaction,
for he stood and laughed at it heartily
for few seconds before making dab
at it and nearly overbalancing himself
but the balustrade offering himself
something to hold on by he recovered
his hat, and then himself, and contrived
to reach the bottom of the stone stairs
in safety.
The porter winked to himself as he
saw Smith walk in an intensely straight
line out into Fleet street and the han
som cabby who drove him to the Met
ropoiitan station, in Harrington street.
Then Smith. as If by instinct. made his