Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-01-18

for time with his newspaper, and then
threw it down with a grunt. The next
half hour he looked out Of the window,
his face loetokening anything but pleas
ure at the prospect, the charms Of which
are not heightened by the effect Of dull
autumn drlzzle.
deep-set gray eyes glanced me over keen
ly.
"Do you know the-the gentleman
you were talking with just before the
train started!' he asked, ina quick,
sharp voice.
81 do" answered-mentally adding,
"Inquisitivencss, see, isn't exclusively
a Yankee fault"
"Seems to me I've seen him before.
What might his name be2''
"Bridgno1th."
"And your ownm
"Hanley."
was more amused than annoyed at
this cross examiL alton.
Chow long have YOU known Mr. Brldg-
north?" continued my inquisitor.
"Slnce we got on the Calais boat to-
gether last evening" replied
"Humph!'
1 thought it was now my turn.
"Do you reside in London" began.
eyes"
"May I iaquire your namc."
MacGrumlie."
''Scotch extraction, | presumed"
"Can't sav-never saw the family tree"
sNor need YOU wish to, If it's known
by its fruit" was the retort had on the
tip of my tongue, but lett it there.
SPY the way" said, after pause,
"Mr. Brignorth was kind enough to give
me letter of introduction to Il friend of
his; perhaps, on our arrival, you can di-
rect me to the place mentioned in the
address"
''What is it,"
I showed him the supcrscription.
With another of his "Humphs!" he
handed the letter back.
"Do you want to 60 there at encea"
he inquired.
81 might as we'll" said I: 6. have no
acquaintance in London, and Mr. Bridg-
north has assured me of his friends
kindly Offices"
81 will show you the way" Mr.. Mac
Grumlie was kind enough to say; cit IS
On my road home. Yon can leave the
luggage at the station, and we will take
the cab together"
This agreed to, the conversation flag
ged, in spite OF all efforts on my part to
revive it. l couldn't help contrasting
the hours so lately enllvened by Mr..
Bridgenorth's wit and gayety, with those
whose tedium had nothing to relieve it
but MacGrumlie's ever recurring solilo-
ouies OF humphs and grunts.
It was dark when we reached the city.
My companion hailed cab, gave the
driver the direction, and, jumping in by
my side, we were soon rafting down q
shabby, ill-lighted street.
Here YOU are" said MacGrumlie, as
we checked up in front OF asombre-look-
ing building.
Few words were spent in leave-taking.
I got out, paid my share of the fare, and
having with difficulty distinguished the
number on the door, 1 rang the bell,
while the cab turned the next corner.
Several minutes elapsed, and was on
the point of giving the bell another pull,
when I heard steps inside. The door
opened, and not very propossessing
male servant growled:
"What do you want2"
81 have letter for Mr.. Fitz Quagg,"
I said; sis he ina''
"Gimme it, and I'll see." said the
lackey, snatching rather than receiving
the letter from my hand.
Without inviting me to enter, he
slammed the door In my face, and l heard
his heavy tramp retreating.
Alter another delay, and sound Of
lighter footsteps, the door was again
opened, and youngish looking man, in
garb, as revealed by the imperfect
light, which appeared more fashy than
genteel, stood before me.
"Sorry tove kept you waiting. Mr..
Hanley," he said, siezing my hand cor
daily. "Have read Bridg's letter-cap-
ital fellow, Brldg. any friend of his al
ways welcome. Just going 10 dine with
few friends. Must join US! Good way
to introduce you. Come, come, Dick"
turning to his surly servant-"run
ahead and tell them to put another name
in the list"
Cutting short my acknowledgements,
Mr.. Fitz Quagg took my arm, and We