Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-01-03

cHJoy MSAa III Is CapdUle OF yloIO10g.
Tobacco should be coaxed and humor-
ed, not worried. The man of care
snatches at his smoking in jerky pufss,
and bites the sealing-wax; whereas the
individual whose present happiness is
complete sucks tranquility at his pipe
stem, and leisurely emits the
cloudy result in one full volume.
The company in the Three Pigeons
parlor did this to man. They could
afford to do it. What are broadcloth
and clean linen to man who has his
fancy ?" Each man had the latter
not ignobly chained to the leg of the
chair, or made to crouch under the
table; but accommodated with some
sort of fancy little rug or cushion to
lie on, and space beside the pot or glass
at its masters elbow. The bipeds
were the masters, of course; but, I'M
doubtedly, the dogs had the best of it
in point of genteel and well.bred ap-
pearance. There was one man with
the seams of his old black coat showing
white, and his unmentionables patched
with pieces of different material and
complexion from the original; a man,
moreover, whose great hacked-about
hands showed him to be tremendously
hard drudge at some kind of work; and
his object of worship was hairless lit
tie monstrocity in the terrier shape,
with mere skeleton of tail, and ribs
that might be counted. Its collar was
of red morocco, with silver ornam enta-
ton; and a slender silver chain was at
tached to it, terminating in a silver
ring, which encircled the fourth finger
of the mans horny hand like a wed
ding ring. The terrier, I was told, was
worth ten pounds. don't believe that
for q single article of its clothing an
old clothes man would have given ten
pence. Another fancier's " toy" was
reclining on cosy cloth of quilted
satin, trimmed with fur. Being aff1ict-
ed with a cold in his head, this poor
man was compelled to the frequent use
of his ocket-handkerchief, which was
Enthusiastically part of buster of blue
cotton check, and which he carried in
his battered old hat.
There was not much conversation
When new conner arrived he briefly
hade the company good evening"" and
seated himself on his accustomed
chair. Then, having given his order to
the waiter, he produced from one
pocket something tasty and comforta-
BILE for his 'toy" to repOse on, and
from another pocket the toy itself; and
having arranged the one on the other
in a convenient position for contem-
plation, he lit his pipe, accommo-
dated his elbows, and fell to smoking
and blissful cogitation. The only man
in the room who did not appear per.
fectly happy was Mr.. Wix. He must
have kept his magnificent little Maltese
with great care since I last beheld it,
for it was as silky and splck-and-span
as when it left the hands of the bar
Der. But the old cloud was on Mr.,
Wix's brow; the soul of the fancier was
crushed beneath the weight of that In
exorable three ounces.
Chow are you, MIR. WIKI" some
body asked in tones of friendly cor
dolence.
Whats the use of aggravating !
cove?' snapped Mr.. Wix, fercely
"Put yourself in my place, and ask
yourself how you would be?"
There was q cheerful though subduel
buzz of greeting, as Mr.. Mossul came
in. He was mild-looking little man,
smartly dressed, in plum colorsd
velveteen coat and black velvet waist
coat, plentifully festooned with silver
watch-chain; and he wore his highly
polished curly-rimmed hat at an angle,
denoting easy circumstances. But he
most remarkable points about Ir.
Mossul were bis forehead and his hair.
The former was protuberant, the later
of a rich tan-color, and sleek and silly.
1t was parted down the middle, AID
Topped under all round, so as to conceal
his ears, and hide the division between
his head and his coat-collar. It was in
possible to gaze On Mr.. Mossul without
being Immediately reminded of King
Charles spaniel. Passing down the
room, Mr.. Mossul took bis seat at the
head of the centre table, and at once all
eyes were turned on him in expecta.
ton. It was evident that ne was i'll at
ease. He sat with his hands screening
his eyes for few moments, and pres
emily, in a faint voice, requested Will
liams the waiter, to bring him the least
drop of neat brandy. Mr. Wix furtive-
ly glanced at him, his eyes kindling with
malicious hope.
| NOtnlng wrong, MIR. MOSsul, HOPPER
a friend inquired.
Mr.. Mossul raised his head, with his
face as white almost as sheet.
"Jess has had fit |" he said, in a
hushed voice.
There was a murmur of consterna-
ton, and, to conceal his malignant
emotion, Mr.. Wix seized his pint pot
and held it to his lips until it was
empty.
"She had fit as nigh two o'clock
this morning as q TOUGHER" continued
the afflicted tripe dresser; "and 1 don't
believe that the missus and me had
forty winks of sleep atween us after
wards. Foamed at the mouth, she did,
and her hinu legs twitched paralytic
like. And, do you know, gentlemen,
my missus, singular enough, had a
dream -"
con, blow about the dream; how
about the dog? Is it dead? That's the
point" said Mr.. Wix.
The tripe dresser regarded him with
a peculiar expression of countenance