Litchfield enquirer., 1880-08-12

pered looking man in a gray tweed suit who,
nodded fam1iarly to the supposed Peter PIN
pernel. ,e......... f.. 49, ...l.. .,..fsa.
Servant, ladies, and much obliged to you
for lendin', hand in recapturing this trouble
some warn,int of ours. You're artful dog
Simmons, now, amt You Ply u .u. yfill
Miss Pamela: drew herself up to her full
hight (of four feet three) and looked dag
gers at the rash speaker. 10 1i-'.. ,'''''"'"'7'
''Str ~ she said in tone like the celebrat!
ed whisper of Mrs Siddonss you are under
some extraordinary mistake. This is Mr..
Peter Pimperne1 our brother, who has Just
returned from India. The unhappy person Of
whom you are in search is locked up in our
china. closet. In. fact, you can hear him
now
The keeper looked from one to another ii
blank a1naZeuent -" ,l4'i[ rT9NtE.'~ ID
There's a pair on 'em then But, ax,ng
your pardon, ladies, if There's a, mistake in
the case it's on your side. That chaps name
amt Pimpernel, nor yet Peter. His name is
Samuel Summons, and till he went off his head
about two years ago, he KEEP cheesemonger's
shop in the Tottenham- court-ro And he's
one of the artfullest loonies we've got. This
is the third time he has escaped but he never
goes further than the first place where he can
get something to eat and drink. Come, Sim
mons. own up; and tell the ladies you've been
making fools of 'em. Long lost brother, in
deed Why, he'd pretend he was anybody's
mother, if there was anything to be got by
it," d" 'A''" ''''''7 90 '''f .t'
The supposed Peter Pimpernel stood with
his thumb in his mouth, looking sheepishly at
the warder. e ,..... .,,.. ......- .....
sit wasn't my fault, Mr.. Bradbury. 1t
was them as did it. They stuffed me up as
was their long lost brother, and didn't see
had any call to say different But amt done
nothing ~ "a .... ,,....,s
Here the victim of mistaken identity began
to cry. '' .''Ei5 b.. ."'5 ti'' ..''.
Miss Penelope pressed her handkerchief to
her eyes. t.,t..,-.. ..- ,.,.. .,..,... ,.....
80 Pamela, what cruel deception How
ever shall we survive it ?" 70 YF".' y ~,!"'
So we shah survive it fast enough, I" said
Miss Pamela, who was somewhat quick-tem-
pered, and whose first feeling was that of ex-
IRENE annoyance. "But, Penelope, fright
full thought strikes me. IF this is the lunatic
2clt0n9 hG0e zoe IN the china closet" .,t 81
''Can The p. shrieked Miss Penelope.
Eyes, Pamela, it mast. Can he ever forgive
US? Our real long lost brother comes to us
after twenty years absence, and we throw
blanket over his head and put him in a cup
board" ...,.- ,.,... ..... . .... .-...
hadn't you better let him out, then,
ma'am ?" suggested the keeper. "The gem
commodation provided for him, and when you
come to think of it, perhaps It's little trying
to the feelings
This person is right, Pamela" said Miss
Penelope. 1.-The door certainly ought to be
opened {; but who is to do it? must own
could never meet our brothers justly offend
ed gaze under such circumstances"
'sLor, Ma'am, don't let that trouble you"
said Bradbury. f'I'U open it with pleasure.
He did so accordingly, revealed perfect
chaos of blankets, tea trays, pcrserve pots,
and broken creckery, from the midst of which
rushed out the imprisoned inmate, his hair
disheyeled, his hat awry, his coat torn, his
features swollen, and his whole frame work
senator, Simmons, was the first person he
caught sight of. He made frantic rush at
him, caught him by the collar, and began
shaking and pummeling him furiously, at the
same time using what appeared to be fright
fully bad language in some foreign tongue,
till the victim was rescued by the strong arm
of MIR. Bradbury. 4. .:.,..-. .... 49,. ..
Come, say, sir you'll addle him worse
than he's added already, which 'ud be a
pity, goodness knows. There's been bit of
a mistake, but shaking won't mend it. How
ever, if you want to shake anybody, shake
mel"
The invitation was well-meant, but from the
relative size and strength of the two men, it
was like inviting very small terrier to shake
a very big bulldog. Profiting by the mo-
mentary interruption, Miss Pamela cried,
penelope, do as do" She flung herself on
her knees at her brothers. feet, and clasping
Tim round the right leg, said, 20, Peter, can
you ever forgive US p .
Z ''Mr Pimpernel shook his leg free rather
roughly. !'None of that, thank you, old lady,"
he said. ''And the quicker get out of this
COMPOUNDED house, the better l shall like it,"
ozdlao7y, Penelope He doesn't know his own
sister, his own little Pamela. And she forth
with went off into violent Mysteries. ........
"What!' said her brother, 'this Pamela
Thenyou must be Penelope" turning to his
elder sister. II don't wonder you didn't re-
cognize ME, for certainly shouldn't have re-
cegnized you. | thought had come to the
wrong house; in fact, I'll be hanged if know
what thought. But why on earth did you
put me in that internal cupboard . Andlwho
the devil are these persons p indicating Mr.,
Simmons and the keeper. ~
7 'If you'll allow me, nla'am? ?" interrupted
Mr. Bradbury. ''I'll remove Mr.. Simn1on'sat
once, and leave you to settle matters with this
good gentleman. Now, Simmons, come along.
All, up to your old tricks, again, are your"
(, Mr.. Simmons had taken advantage Of the
general excitement to partake of little more
refreshment. >, He, had just taken bite out of
a cold muffin, but finding Mr.. Bradburys eye
upon him, hastily dropped the remainder into
his hat, which he forthwith put on his head,
and the pair departed. 1867. # 80 '.'. 9
1t took some little time to explain matters
clearly to Mr.. Pimpernel; who was, not un-
naturally, much incersed by his peculiar re-
ception Bot though somewhat irascible, he
was not only of naturally forgiving temper
ament, bnt possessed of q keen sense OF hui
NOR, and in the midst of his sisters fearful
recital the absurdity Of the whole affair struck
him so wildly that he suddenly passed, with
out the slightest warning, from dignified sulks
into a fit of uncomfortable laughter, which
continued, but with but momentary intervals,
for nearly quarter of an hour, causing his
sisters to entertain apprehensions of apoplexy,
and finally leaving him completely exhausted.
Meanwhile, the distress of his sisters at their
unfortunate mistake was unmistakable, and
the many familiar objects around excited
very tender memories of early days, when he
and these two now faded sisters had been boy
and girls together. AS soon as he recovered
breath enough to speak, he said, Never
mind, girls; accidents will happen, even in
the best regulated families Let's kiss and be
friends and say no more about it,. I'm very
glad to be back again in dear old England
ones more, and to find you alive and well to
welcome me, though you took such curious
way of doing it. Hush, not word, or you'll
send me off again, and really am not equal;
to laughing any more. All's well that ends
well, and if you are satisfied by this time that
Lam not a lunatic, We'll see if we can't spend
a very merry Christmas together"
"Dear dear brother!" said Miss Pamela,
chow good and forgiving of you.3 And now
do let US give you cup of tea I'm sure yon
must be dying for it. Good gracious, Pene-
lope, there isn't single shrimp left!"
And there wasn't. For Mr.. Samuel Sim
mons who, though a lunatic. was clearly not
such fool as he looked, had carried them all
away in his pocket-handkerchief.
is London Society.
WHAT MAKES You SIcK?-You have allow
ed yonr bowels to become habituallya cosiive,