Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1879-12-24

ladv aforesaid, with her black eyes
and her archness, and her boots witt
the fur round the top, were all com
fortably deposited in the adiacen
county.
But if they were social and happy
outside the house, what was the
warmth and cordiality of their recep
tion when they reached the farm
The very servant grinned with pleas
ure at sight of Mr.. Pickwick: ant
Emma bestowed half-demure, half
impudent, and all pretty look of recog
milton, on Mr.. Tupman, which wa;
enough to make the statue of Bona
parte in the passage, unfold his arms
and clasp her within them.
The old lady was seated in custo
mary state in the front parlor, but she
was rather cross, and, by consequence
most particularly deaf She never
went out herself, and like a great
many other old ladies of the same
stamp, she was apt to consider it an
act of domestic treason, if anybody
else took the liberty of doing what she
couldn't. So, bless her old soul, she
sat as upright as she could, in her
great chair, and looked as fierce as
might be-and that was benevolent
after all
Mother" said Wardle, "Mr. Pick.
wick. You recollect him ~
"Never mind" replied the old lady
If1nifxr Hhnnff trnnhlp
Pickwick about an old creetur like me.
Nobody cares about me now, and it's
very nat'ral they shouldn't" Here
the old lady tossed her head and
smoothed down her lavender-colored
silk dress with trembling hands.
Come, come, ma'am," said Mr..
Pickwick. II can't let you cut an old
friend in this way. 1 have come down
expressly to have long talk, and
another rubber with you; and we'll
show these boys and girls how to
dance minuet, before they're eight
and-forty hours older"
The old lady was rapidly giving
way, but she did not like to do it all
at once; so she only said, "Ah! /
can't hear him !"
Nonsense, mother" said Wardle.
"Come, come, don't be cross, there's a
good soul. Recollect Bella; come,
you must keep her spirits up, poor
girl"
The good old lady heard this, for
her lips quivered as her son said it
But age has its little infrmities OF
temper, and she was not quite brought
round vet. So, she smoothed down
the lavender-colored dress again, and
turning to Mr.. Pickwick, said, "Ah,
Mr. Pickwiek, young people was very
different when | was girl"
"No doubt of that, ma'am," said
Mr.. Pickwick, "and that's the reason
WHY [ would make much of the few
that have any traces of the old stock, y
and saying this, Mr. Pickwick gently
pulled Bella towards him, and bestow.
ing a kiss upon her forehead, bade her
sit down on the little stool at her
grandmother's feet. Whether the eX.
preston of her countenance, as it was
raised towards the old lady's face,
called up thought of old times, OF
whether the old lady was touched by
Mr.. Pickwick's affectionate good ma
ture, or whatever was the cause, she
was fairly melted so she threw her.
self on her granddaughter's neck, and
all the little ill-humor evaporated in a
gush of silent tears.
A happy party they were, that
night. Sedate and solemn were the
score of rubbers in which Mr.. Pick
wick and the old lady played together
uproarious was the mirth of the round
table. Long after the ladies had re-
tired, did the hot elder wine, well
qualified with brandy and spice, go
round, and round, and round again
and sound was the sleep and pleasant
were the dreams that followed. 1t is
remarkable fact that those of Mr..
Snodgrass bore constant reference to
Emily Wardle; and that the principal
figure in Mr.. Wrinkles visions was a
young lady with black eyes, an arch
smile, and pair of remarkably nice
boots with fur round the tops.
Mr. Pickwick was awakened early
in the morning, by hum of voices
and a pattering of feet, sufficient to
rouse even the fat boy from his slum-
bers. He sat up in bed and listened.
The female servants and female Wis
itors were running constantly to and
fro; and there were such multitude
nous demands for hot water, such re-
peated outcries for needles and thread
and so many half-suppressed entrea-
ties of "Oh, do come and tie me,
there's dear !" that Mr.. Pickwick in
his innocence began to imagine that
something dreadful must have occur.
rcd; when he grew more awake, and
remembered the wedding. The oc-
casion being an important one he
dressed himself with peculiar care, and
descended to the breakfast-room.
There were all the female servants
in bran new uniform of pink muslin
gowns with white bows in their caps
running about the house in state o
excitement and agitation which il
would be impossible to describe. The
old lady was dressed out in brocadec
gown which had not seen the light fol
twenty years, saving and excepting
such truant rays'as had stolen through
| the chinks in the box in which it haC
been lain by, during the whole time
Mr.. Trundle was in high feather ant
spirits, but little nervous withal
The hearty old landlord was trying
to look very cheerful and unconcerned
but failing signally in the attempt
All the girls were in tears and whit
muslin, except a select two or thre
who were being honored with private
view of the bride and bridesmaid, u
stairs. All the Pickwickians were il
most blooming array; and there wa
a terrific roaring on the grass in from
of the house, occasioned by all tn
men, boys and hobbledhoys attaches
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