The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1879-05-15
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pie porch OF the Agricultural CluO. ne
looked forth with disgust upon the dense
fog in which London was enveloped, and
then gazed with delight upon ticket for
Calais which he held in his hand.
Mr.. 10. Beckley had an exceedingly ru-
lal air. Large and brawny and grizzled,
his JOINTS all clumsily developed, he look
ed like backwoodsman. Being bache-
lor, also, his toilet lacked that adjustment
which wlfely touch or suggestion imparts,
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. NJ. F.,
stepped out on the porch with him.
"Bon royage, Mr.. Beckley. When you
get back to America, pray forward us your
articles IN the Spade and Hoe, whenever
they appear.
I've had in England | had on your de.
mense, sir; and when the land question
comes up in Parliament again, hope you
Will scuu nc d Copy vi YOUR spcCCh.
with pleasure, sir.
The two shook hands heartily, and Mr.
10. Beckley departed.
Ere he had gone half block a seedy
gentleman in gray approached, and slap
ped him Familiarity on the shoulder.
How do We do, Barry? When did ye
get il from Ploverton?'
"You are mistaken in your man, sir, v
said Mr.. Beckley.
what! Amt this Barry Baxter?"
mo, sir. My name is Beckley."
81 beg pardon. mistook you for Bax
ter-sane build. same whiskers. Where
are you from, sir?"
81 am an American"
Possible! have brother in America
What part are you from?"
Near Springfield. Massachusetts,"
''Ah, yes; nv brother has been there
Stopping in town with your family, sir?'
with my family?" replied Joe Beck
ley, a sly twinkle creeping into his eyes
"Yes. MY wife and the twins ar,
staying at the Merry-go Inn"
"Ah? Well, sir, if you see my brothel
when you 60 back, please give him m!
love-"
And the seedy man in gray walked
away.
Mr.. Beckley looked after him in som,
surprise, then turned and went on.
Half a block beyond a voice hailed him
'Cab, sir?"
mo. I'll walk" replied Mr.. Beckley
The cabman dashed on, and just as Mr.
Beckley turned back his head, some
body stumbled out of the fog agains
him. 1t was tall, spare man, in clerica
galb and necktie, with sanctimoniou
air.
pray. excuse me-" he exclaimed
what! is this Mr.. Beckley? 1t certain
ly is? How do you do, sir? How do YOU
And the spare man shook hands cor
daily with him.
''Really, you have the better of me,
said Mr.. 10 Beckley, perplexed. 81 dom
recollect your name"
''Cowper, sir, Cowper. We met il
Massachusetts, some months ago you re
member"
"Oh, did we? Where was it?-at tn
Horticultural meeting?" Inquired Mr.
Beckley.
He could have sworn he never met tn
man before.
"Yes, that was the time How is Mrs
Beckley, sir? and how are the twins get
ting on? should like to see them all
Are they in London?"
A light brok, over Mr.. Beckley's face
All uncertainty vanished.
They are with me. Cowper. at tn
Merry-Go Inn." he said.
"Ah! glad to hear IT. You are goin
shat wsyP shall be pleased to accom-
pany you. When did you come oyer?"
Last month, responded Mr.. Beckley
And the two walked on, apparently ful
Of GOOD feeling.
Il am proud to welcome you to GU
country. And what do You think @
Hengland. Mr.. Beckley?"
well. think it is superior TO Americ
IN some respects, but | wouldn't care 3
i've in England. You are well organizes
here, while America is still crude; but al
ter all. you have great many poor pee
pie. while We have almost none. VIVA
business are you in, CowperT
"Stock-raising. l am just testing
theory Of my own. I've learned in wha
temperature cattle will fatten fastest, an
lave built sheds, so as to keep them i
that Temperature ali the year round
Dom know how twill operate. I'm i
town now to sell some cattle. By tn
way, that reminds me-where are we
All. this is No. LII. l have an erran
ut No. LIB. took lottery ticket on
debt. and they say its q prize number
I'd like to step in and see ii it's good TO
anything. Here We are now; Just drop I
With me, Mr.. Beckley.