Litchfield enquirer., 1879-06-05

Mrs. MI like the man. Hike self-respect, bravery, and perseverance. like honest work Oh, Lord Dawlish, what shame it is that you don't do something!
 D.-DO something? I? Ido do something well, 1 go about.
 Mrs M.-Oh! you go about.
 D.-Yes-with a dog in England; without a dog abroad.
 Mrs M-Oh abroad without dog. re- gret that shall never have the pleasure of re- ceiving the cur.
 D.-The CUTS a collie.
 Mrs M.-And so you think that man fulfills his destiny by going about.
 D.-Somebody must go about, you know.
 Mrs. M.-Yes, a squirrel in cage, What you want is work. You ought to take line
 D.-Go fishing?
 Mrs. M.-Be serious, and listen to me. Here you are in Florence.
 D.-I believe am.
 Mrs. M-You are in the midst of priceless treasures The finest works of art are all around you.
 Js-I believe they are.
 Mrs. M.-Take line take up something for instance, the Greek statues.
 D.-Ain't rather old to play with marbles
 Mrs. M.-Not bit. Nobody is old who isn't old on purpose. Compare, classify, and O
 D.-I hate pamphlets. They are always coming by the post.
 Mrs. MI suppose it's not the thing for a man in your position to turn author.
 D.-I don't think 1 ever did hear of one oi our lot writing books. But that don't much matter. should like to take line, or a course, or al took course of waters once al Homburg, or Kissingen, or somewhere, but shey came to an. end, like other things.
 Mrs. M.-Lerd Dawlish, are you joking? z D.-No.
 Mrs. M.-Then be serious-take. up sub ject, set to work, produce your pamphlet least pamphlet It might grow into book g D.-Heaven forbid! could not dc it.
 Mrs. M.-Why not?
 D.-Writing book is so internally public I should be talked about,
 Mrs. M-How dreadful! The owl, who is modest withnl, and shrinks from notoriety, re- mains at home until sunset
 D.-Yeu called me squirrel before Arc you going through all the geological what d'e call-em?
 Mrs. M.-Perhaps even I shall be talked about before long.
 D.|I should net wonder if you were
 Mrs. M.-Yes, even humble individual as am, may perhaps be talked about when se up my studio.
 D,-Your what?
 Mrs. M.-My studio. Yes, I've quite made up my mind. There are many worse painters in Florence than myself, mean to be::a rea banter, and no longer play with color.
 D.-And sell your pictures?
 Mrs. M, For the largest possible prices.
 D.-Is not that an odd sort of thing for 6 lady?
 Mrs. M-No. We have changed all that Many women paint nowadays.
 D.-I have heard so.
 MT. MI believe that you are making jokes this morning
 D.-I don't think so. I don't like jokes they are very fatiguing. It's Johns fault.
 Mrs. M.-What's Johns fault?
 D.-No man likes to have another crammeC down his throat-unless he is confounded can nibal
 Mrs. M.-Very well. I will refrain iron cramming anybody down your throat. But won't let you off. feel that l have a mis sion.
 D.-Goed heavensl
 Mrs. MI have mission to reform you.
 D.-Please don't do it.
 Mrs. MI must. Why don't you do your proper work? Why not go back to England and take care of your property?
 D.-Because my agent takes care of it SC much better than l could. 1 inherited my place, and 1 can't get rid of it. But luckily, land can't follow me about. That is why come abroad.
 Mrs. M.-Without the dog.
 D.-He stays with the land. He likes it. He hates travelling.
 Mrs. M.-So would you If you travelled in { dog-box.
 D.-I wish you would not talk about me- am so tired of myself,
 Mrs. M.-But you interest me.
 D.-Thank you. That IS gratifying. Don't let us pursue the subject further.
 Mrs. MI must It's my mission. picture the pleasures of an English country life. You build cottages; you drain fields; you carry flannel to the old women.
 D.-No; could not do it. I don't think could carry flannel to an old woman.
 Mrs. M.-S0 much for duties Then fol amusement. Are you fond of shooting?
 D.-Pheasants are all so much alike. gave up shooting when my sister took to it.
 Mrs. M.-Your sister!
 D.-She is keen sportsman-awfully keen went out with her once. l feel them still sometimes in my back when it's cold weather
 Mrs. M.-You like hunting better In this country they shoot the fox.
 D.-Do they? That must be curious. wonder if could bring myself to try that. almost think that
 Mrs. M-Go home and hunt
 D.-I have given up hunting. Rather rough on Teddie, don't you think?
 Mrs. M.-Who's Teddle?
 D.-Don't you know Teddie
 Mrs. Ms he the dog?
 D.-No; he is my brother. I thought that everybody knew Teddie. Teddie knows eve hrlu ToAH fc h,,n IIo Sc ol ways bothering me to buy horses-with tricks Or to go by excursion trains Or to shoot lions in Abyssinia. He is an awful ambitious fel low, Teddie. Don't you think we might change the subject?
 Mrs. Mot yet. have not done my du. ty yet Politics Oh for political influence Oh for power! Why, you must be--ol course you are a-a thingummy what s-his- name.
 D.-Very likely, If you say so.
 Mrs. M.-An hereditary legislator. Think of that. Think of your influence in the coun. try of the power you might wield. Go in for politics.
 Dwell, you know I-I inherited my pol. itics with my place, and I can't get rid of them. But Teddie does them for me. He was always rather huff, Teddie was and so they put him into politics.
 uES. M.-AI6 tHcFt ulultS Ill your Iamlly But don't interrupt me. 1 must have the last word. Anything else will give up, but the last word-never. In your position you must sway something. If you won't sway the country, sway the county; if you won't sway the county, sway vestry, a work house, a something or anything. Only do something. You would be great deal happier, and-l don't know why should be afraid to say-a great deal better, if you would only do some thing.
 D.-You forget that am delicate. The doctors say am delicate, and that is why come abroad. do wish you would change the subject. It is a very delicate subject, you know.
 Mrs; M.-Agaip! You have only one mala. dy-idleness.
 D.-No, no, no! All the doctors.
 Mrs. M.-Quacks
 D.-As you please. But have not the rude health of some strong minded women.
 Mrs. M.-Nor the rude manners of some weak-minded men. But beg your pardon Iwon't be rude
 D.-Was rude? am awfully sorry beg your pardon. But am so tired of myself.
 Mrs. M.-Then work-work and be cured Do something-anything A stitch in time saves nine.