New-York tribune., 1883-11-04
NEvyORK DAILY TRIBUNE SIXTEEN PAGES

and sleet and wind on deck, and water and dark
ness and streaming togs below, weevils in the
bread-barge rats in the mess-kids and the scuttle
bntts emitting as sweet q smell rs the Thames off
the Isle of Dogs O temperance ship, where all the
lush is aft a shoddy ship, whose owners fall dis
tracted and tear their hair and gnash their teeth
every time the old sieve is reported still aBoat ana
in league with the underwritersp
Then looking at me very gravely: Z" Pray, young
man." says he, where did you get your CAB fromY
not from my brother TOmp
al must have got it from YOU" l replied; it is
evidently in the family"
"Well," says he, all that can say is, young
fellow who can talk as you do ought to find life
larger than the West End of London. How do you
pass your daysp
81 knock about" / answered, laughing heartily,
for there something so funny in his manner
that it was like talking to a comedian.
"Why don't you got maTTiedf If were your age
and had all the world before me, I'd view marriage
as an industry, and start in business as husband.
Make no mistake, Jack There are some decent
pckings to be found in that calling" lie saved me
from replying by pulling out his watch and ex-
claiming: al have an appointment at a. I'm sorry
you can't manage to meet mo at Paddington But
we shall see you on Monday"
"Without fail, sir all being we'll" He laid hold
Of my hand, and viewing me earnestly said, with
a singular kindness and gravity of voice and man
ner: Jack, I'm glad TO have fOund you-glad to
have met my brothers laddie. Old memories rise
while talk, and see you standing up in front of me,
big man. Think OF Tom having been dead three
years! 1t makes me feel rs If century had passed
since was a boy. ought to have written to him;
| ought 10 havo made myself heard of; there's
much should have done. But see here, Jack;
Gods peace be with him dye know it was he who
would chime in with your grandfather against me;
tell the old man that the was the only MT place
for such a rapscalliOn for such skylarking
son-of-a-gun who was always kissing the servant
girls running into debt with landlords, and coming
home with dancing eyes and light heels at O'Clock
i'm the mOrningi He was right and the old man
was right; but I'll tell yOu big truth, Jack, It's
possible for folks to be right and TO bG wrong too
Man alive | was not rascal, but loose human
arrangement with the makings OF a fellow-creatuTe
in me; an unravelled rope whose strands wanted
twisting up and whose end wanted whipping.
And when came to be a man, got bit OF money,
married, and passed into what yo might call n
municipal entty-a thing interested in rates, drain
age and fellow -tOwnsmCn--the bile would rise IN
my gorge when | Thought of Thomas and home, and
never could bring myself to hold out my hand IN
a letter. 1t was traditional prejudice, but left 1t
t'Othcr side of the water when sailed with the Wc
and the girls for the old country Another day you
shall tell me where my brother rests. Meanwhile,
God bless ye and don't fail us ON Monday next r
So saying he pulled on his widcawake, graSped his
stick and sCuttled out of the room, trOttIng down
stairs so nimby as to defy my efforts to pass HIM IN
order to be first with the hall-dO0T.