Litchfield enquirer., 1881-08-11

ey's original objections to an intimacy was founded on the allegation that his grammar was not what. the grammar of respectable people ought to be. She and her husband ar gued the point; but Stickey, like true man, would not sacrifice his friend to a woman's s whim. He admitted the charge of defective grammar, having himself only few penny weights more of that artlcle in his compost ton than his friend Grammar Bobby wants, grant you, " he would say in these disputations. ''But, mark me, it's the only thing he does want. The fact is, leaf was tore out of the Lindley Murray Bobby learned. But what main tain is this find that leaf. work it into Bobby g mind, and you won't find his feler in- Bris- tol no. nor ten miles round."
 Accordingly, when Bobby Podger said "Us must put stop to this, Billy" William Stick ey manifested no scorn, but simply replied: "Bound to, Bobby.'' #
 "For why, dye see ?" Bobby continued ar gumentatively. "Nether me nor you wants money, Billy, and our young uns won't want money neither"
 "True for you," remarked Mr. Stickey, for his friend had paused, as if inviting some comment. ..
 "What me and you wants" continued Bob- by, ''or, to put it more telling, what mine and yours wants-the young uns, that is to say is-" He paused. #
 ''What?" William Stickey asked, not see- ing that hls friend, for rhetorical purposes only, waited before saying his last word.
 Blood" replied Robert Podger, Esq, pawnbroker retired. l-l
 Blood" exclaimed William Stickey, won dering if the 20 port had got into his friends head, and brought back memories of the sto- res of giants and other inhuman feeders of whom he had read in the days of his youth.
 "Blood, I say again." Bobby repeated stoutly. ''Deny it who can!e Me and you is rich, but we don't know our grandfather's name-neither of us knows it," Bobby said, resolved to make his friend realize their iden- tity in this particular. "Now there are scores of young feilers in the country as has grand fathers as long as a file of soldiers right from where me and you stand to the Norman Con- quest. But these sparks hasn't half as many guineas as grandfathers. Twig. Billy?"
 .''You're taking me with you,'' Bill answer ed encouragingly. 'I see the point"
 ''Or put it this way," Bobby continued flu ently. ''There goes my Lord Ttherby walk ing along the Mall He meets me, and passes me by as if your humble servant was black beetle. Now, I'll not undervalue him. He manages to keep his boots clean, however muddy the road may be; and his clothes is cut first rate, neither crease nor wrinkle, fit like a glove. Your humble servant pay what he will can't get his legs like that. Somehow, my lords brooches look like statoo, and your humble servants look-well, rather squarish, Billy. You know what mean. In the look ing glass Titherby is first and Podger second, and in the Court Guide Titherby is first and Podger nowhere. But stop now in his pock- ct you may find one three penny bit, all alone like an orphan child. In my brooches pocket there will be what my lord would call bank CTS balance"
 ''You ought to be in the town council, Bob- by" his friend said. ''There is not man there can speak like you."
 "Never mind that now" Bobby replied. ''It comes to this Your Selma must marry 8 lord or the next best to be had, and my Theobald shall look out for the same article, female pattern. And then we shall not have lived in vain, Billy, shall us? And we shall sit down ill our old age and feel that we had something to say to the Norman Conquest af- ter all."
 Quite overpowered at this noble picture of life's decline, William Stickey spoke noth- ing.
 ''So this little business must be stopped" Bobby said. with his thumb over his shoulder in the direction the lovers had gone. ''No blame to them, poor things it's nature. But for all that it must be stopped"
 Stopped it must bel" rejoined Stickey; unable, it seemed, to add syllable to his friends language, and manifesting his inde- pendence of mind only by altering the or der. f
 'And we shan't quarrel over it me and you ?" Bobby continued with trace of anxi- ety in his voice. ''It isn't because these two young uns fall in love that we need knock our heads together" E..s
 ':Laytng our heads together would be bet ter than knocking em together" the. friend replied, smiling at his witty revision. ''We shall part them, Bobby not ourselves"
 So, arm in arm, for they had never uncoup led, the two old fellows walked back to the house.