The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-01-18
told. was worth e10. I don't believe

told. was worth 910 [ don't believe
that for single article of it's masters
apparel an old-clothes man would have
given tenpence. Another fanciers sstoy"
was reclining on cozy cloth of quilted
satin, trimmed with fur. Being afflicted
with cold in his head, this poor man
was compelled to the frequent use of his
pocket which was unmis~
takably part of a buster Of blue cotton
check, and which he carried in his bat
tered old hat.
There was not much conversation.
babe 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 comfortable for his
+" toy" to repose on, and from another
pocket the toy itself and, having ar
ranged the one on the other in a con-
venient position for contemplation, he
lit his pipe, accommodated his elbows,
and fell to smoking and blissful cogita-
ton. The only man in the room who
did not appear perfectly happy was Mr..
Wix. He must have kept his magnifi-
cent little Maltese with great care since
I last beheld it, for it was as silky and
spick-and-span as when it left the hands
Of the barber. But the old cloud was
on Mr.. Mix's brow the soul of the fam
cier was crushed beneath the weight of
that memorable three ounces. elbow
are you, Mr.. Wix?" somebody asked in
tones of friendly coincidence. I" What's
the use of aggravating cove - snapped
Mr.. Wix, tiercely. Put yourself in
my place, and ask yourself how you
would be2"
There was cheerful though subdued
buzz of greeting, as Mr.. Mossul came
in. He was mild-looking little man,
smartly dressed, in plum-colored vel
veteen coat and black velvet waist
coat, plentifully festooned with silver
watch chain; and he wore his highly
polished, curly trimmed hat at an angle,
denoting easy circumstances. But the
most remarkable points about Mr.. Mos
sui were his forehead and his hair. The
former was protuberant, the latter of a
rich tan-color, and sleek and silky. It
was parted down the middle, and Topped
under all round, so as to conceal his
ears, and hide the division between his
head and his coat-collar. It was impos-
sible to gaze on Mr.. Mossul without be-
ing Immediately reminded of a King
Charles spaniel. Passing down the
room, Mr.. Mossul took his seat at the
head of the center-table, and at once all
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It was evident that he was i'll at ease.
He sat with his hand screening his eyes
for few moments, and presently, in a
faint voice, requested Williams, the
waiter, to bring him the least drop of
neat brandy. Mr.. Wix tturtjvely
glanced at him, his eyes kinding with
malicious hope.
Nothing wrong, Mr.. Mossul,
hope?" friend inquired.
Mr.. Mossul raised his head, with his
face as white almost as dinner-napkin.
"Jess has had fiji" he said, in a
hushed voice.
There was mrrmur of CONSERVATION,
and, to conceal his malignant emotion,
Mr.. Wix seized his pint pot and held it
to his lips until it was enpty.
''She had fit as nigh 2 o'clock this
morning as a TOUGHER" continued the
afflicted tripe-dresser; "and I don't be-
lieve that the missus and me had forty
wlnks OF sleep atween us afterwards
Foamed at the mouth. she did, and her
hind legs twitched paralytic like. And,
do you know, gentlemen, my missus,
singular enough, had dream"
"Oh, blow about the dream; how
about the dog9 Is it dead? That's the
point" It was Mr.. Wix who spoke.
The tripe-dresser regarded him with
a peculiar expression Of countenance ere
he replied.
Goodness gracious Sorbid, sir. She
is alive, and, I am happy to say, hearty
again, and well as ever. If the attack
has had any effect at all on her, it has
made her half an ounce Or SO lighter; but
that's nothing to fret about, as you'll
agree, Mr.. Nix"
And, in the nick of time, to corrobo-
rate his statement, Mr.. Mossul's shop
boy at that moment entered the parlor
with Jess, the silken mite Of spaniel,
in choice little satin lined basket, bark
ing and frisky.
1t was almost painful to watch The
wicked hope fading out of Mr.. Wix's
eyes, to give place to the expression
of sullen despair that had SO long re-
sided Ia them. He endeavored to rally
and affect good-humor, but it was a
dismal failure, and after while he pre-
tended suddenly to recollect an appoint
ment with friend, and, taking up his
"toy," which was to him as the Old
man of the Sea was to Sinbad, he
gloomily took his departmental the
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