The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1877-02-22

and water.
Come in, youngster. What's youl
name? Where do you hail from
What do you want? Now, them
Rupert thought of the initials on hi.
handkerchief.
My name is Robert Lumley," hs
| replied, with a little hesitation, taking
name which belonged to the family
butcher-an importunate person, who
was always bringing sorrow upon the
household by demanding payment
Il come from-from Manchester, and
| want to 20 to sea"
How much money have you got ?''
Five shiilings."
GIVE ii to me to keep for you.
live here. This house belongs to me,
not to Mrs. Flanagan. I'll take care
of your money for you. l hope it's
honestly come by. We're very par
ticular in this house, amt us, Dann
Mizen ."
Daniel made no reply.
And If we can't get you ship all
al days notice, young shaver, sup
pose you could find some more money
by writing for it, couldn't you' Guess
you'd better come to me for advice.
Five shillings, you see, it won't go fur.
Two days or thereabouts, if you don't t
drink. TO he sure, there's the long
shore clothes; YOU can make good
swap out of f'thein, and nick II trifie in
to the bargain.
He had another tit of coughing, fol-
lowed by another volley of oaths.
Then he proposed game of cards, and
they sat down to friendly hand of
all-fours, in which Mr.. Mizen took a
hand. Rupert was not astonished
when, after half an hour or 80, he was
informed by the man with the cough
that he had lost all his money.
Five shilings," said the host, jing-
ling the two half crowns. Its a
trifle; but there, it's something to pass
the time. Young feller, you've cleaned
yourself out pretty sharp, you have.
You'd better write that letter for more
money at once; nothing like coming
to the point. You, Danl Mizen, 20
and fetch the ink and some paper
S'pose you've got a father"
"Ies."
'Aud a mother" Ieso That's
good. | like u mother. Well pitch
ii strong. You just write what tell
you, and nothin' else
The paper having been brought, Mr..
Pringle for this, Rupert had learned
in the course of the game, was the
gcntleman's name-proceeded to die
tate: My beloved parents. Got
that down? Beloved and justly Of
Tended. No; easy bit Let me
think. Now, then, My beloved pa
rents, | made my way up to London
after leaving home, and arrived here
yesterday. am deeply sorry for tho
trouble that | have caused you in run
ming away, which intended for to go
to sea, but am now fully persuaded Of
the folly Of my conduct, and will 60
back home, to dc what you please.
am staying with truly Christian peo-
pie, and have spent my all. Fit were
not for their charity, | should now 10
starving. | owe them two pounds al
ready, and shall want three more to
get my clothes out of pawn, which |
am III rags, ana 10 get home again
third-class Parliamentary, which IS
better than | deserve. SO please send
me a post-o!iice order for five pounds,
payable to Thomas Pringle, at the
White .iiapei nost-oiiice, the same to
be called for. Your attactionate SON
Robert I.lmley.'"
This WAS Mr. psingle's dictation.
The following, however, is what Ru-
pert iemirc really wrote:
"DEAR OLD BEN.-i'm in the queer
est crib They've robbed me of my
five shillings, and fellow here thinks
Pm writing for five pounds moro to
my parents in Manchester. What
game Ny address is l3ii., High
Street, Whiteelapel, and my name is
Robert Lumley, but you must not
write to me. The name of the propri-
etor of the crib is Thomas Pringle.
He is n notwithstanding villain,
with n scar on his right lip, and two
eyes close together. If he had any
hair on his face he would be like
wolf like the fun. Yours ever,
II. H."
is il All wrote?' asked Mr.. Pringle.
"les, " said Rupert, quickly folding
and placing the letter in an envelope,
the only one on the table.
LET ME look at it,
Cant now it's folded and gummed
up; give me a penny for q stamp.
say, Mr.. Pringle, what fun it is. What
shall we do with the five pounds:'
We'll have spree, my boy. you
and me together, in this blessed little
crib. Now go and post your letter,
and come back when it's done. You
can't get into no mischief, because
you've got no money
That was true; but Mr.. Mizen new
ertheless seemed to think it desirable
to attend him unobtrusively to the
post-oftics, and to escort him, after the
letter was duly posted, back to No.
13HA. There they found some sort of
a meal in active progress, and two or
three other guests, although the APP
pearance of the food did not, AS In
some circles, cause the disappearance
of the tobacco. On the contrary, those
who had fed, or who were. about to
feed, went on smoking; those who
were feeding kept their pipes by
them, and between helpings attended
to the preservation of the spark. The
cloth removed, SO to speak, every man
ordered what liked him best, and the
evening sports set in with the usual
severity. Other guests arriving, of
both sexes, the tables were cleared
away, and dancing began.
Rupert sat quietly enough, watch
ing and listening, until the fiddle be-
gan. Presently his legs began to
twiteh. An elephantine performer
was occupying the floor with step
made up Of the cohbler's dance and
the sailors hornnjDe Rupprt stepned