Daily globe., 1879-06-01
NO YOU DON'T.

Mr.. 10. Beckley stepped out on the
ample porch Of the Agricultural Club.
He looked forth with disgust upon the
dense fog in which London was enveloped,
and then gazed with delight upon tick
ct for Calais which he held in his hand.
Mr.. 10. Beckley had an exceedingly ru-
raj air. Large and brawny and grizzled,
his joints all clumsily developed, he look
ed like backwoodsman Being bache-
Tor, also, his toilet lacked that adjustment
which a wifely touch or suggestion i'm
parts, and intensified his rural air.
But that Mr.. Beckley possessed intelli-
gence was proven by his wide-awake air,
and by the fact that he had brought no
baggage to Europe, except the little
satchel now depending by strap from
his shoulder.
The honorable Felix Plimpot, M. p,
stepped out on the porch with him.
"Bon Voyage, Mr.. Beckley. When you
get back to America, pray forward us
your articles in the Spade and Hoe, when
ever they appear"
"Good-bye, Mr. Plimpot. The best
time I've had in England l had on your
delnense, sir; and when the land ques-
ton comes up in Parliament again, hope
you will send me copy Of your speech.
"With pleasure, sir"
The two shook hands heartily, and Mr..
10. Beckley departed.
Ere he had gone half a block a seedy
gentleman in gray approached, and slap
ped him familiarly on the shoulder.
Chow do you do, Barry2 When did
ye get in from Ploverton2'
''You are mistaken in your man, sir,''
said Mr.. Beckley.
"What! Amt this Barry Baxter?'
'No, sir. My name is Beckley."
II beg pardon. l mistook you for Bax-
ter-same build, same whiskers. Where
are you from. sir2"
II am an American"
"Possible! have brother in Ameri-
ca. What part are you from!"
'Near Springfield, Massachusetts,"
''Ah, yes my brother has been there
Stopping in town with your family, SIRE
s'With my family2" replied Joe Beck.
ley, a sly twinkle creeping into his eyes
eyes my wife and the twins are staying
at the Merry-go Inn.'
"Ah9" Well, sir, if you see my bro
ther when you go back, please give him
my love-"
And the seedy man in gray walked
away.
Mr.. Beckley looked after him in some
surprise, then turned and went on.
Half block beyond voice hailed him
"Cab, sir?"
"No, I'll walk" replied Mr.. Beckley
The Cabman dashed on, and just a
Mr.. Beckley turned back his head, some
body tumbled out Of the fog against him
It was tall, spare man, in clerical garl
and necktie, with a sanctimonious air.
"Pray excuse me, he exclaimed.
What! is this Mr.. Beckley! Itcertain
ly is? How do you do, sir2 How d
you do?"
And the spare man shook hands cor
daily with with him.
"Really you have the better of me,
said Mr.. 10 Beckley, perplexed. II don
recollect your name"
"Cowper, sir, Cowper! We met Il
Massachusetts, some mon tbs ago, you re
member
ssOh, did we? Where was it?-at til
horticultural meeting?" Inquired MI
Beckley.
ne COulU nave SWOTQ le never meC III
man before.
''Yes, that was the time. How is Mr.
Beckey, sirs and how are the twins ger
ting on? should like to see them al
Are they in London2"
A light broke over Mr.. Beckley's fac,
All uncertainty vanished.
"They are with me, Cowper, at tn
Merry Go Inn," he said.
"Ab, glad to hear it. You are goin
that way? I shall be pleased to accom-
pany you. When did you come over?''
ssLast month";" responded Mr.. Beckle,
And the two walked on, apparently flu
of good feeling.
II am proud to welcome you to o,
country. And what do you think
Hengland, Mr.. Beckley9"
s'Well, I think it superior to Amerit
in some respects, but I wouldn't care
live in England. You are we'll organize
here while America is still crude; but a