Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-12-14
MISS BEE.
A CHRISTMAS STORY
BY GEORGE MANgmLEFENN.
CAris,aas LOnd0. DgNIy GraPSic.
CHAPTER /.
TWO OLD FEIENDs


TWO OLD FEIENDs.
MY dear jack"
My dear Tom"
Then = sturdy grip and the warmest Of
haDdshskings, the two sfternoOny old tel-
lows each resting his left hand on his friends
shoulder; aud there they stood, stesdying
themselves with the left hand, shaking with
the right But they could not steady their
voices, which were bit husky and deep;
and there was a curious twinkling look in
their eyes, with little moisture that did
Lot belong there, as the above words were
repeated again and again.
Its ike old times, Tom. to get q good
grip Of your FIST" said DR.. Banks.
why. Jack, you make me Suuff the Isis;
and begin thinking of pair-oars and tubs,
and-oh, dear me! Its thirty years ago.
cried Mr.. Thomas Hessleby, of Segeants
Inn.
by George! it is, old man" cried the
doctor. I'm beginning to think Natures
an impOstor. She don't give fair measure,
Ill swear. Thirty yesrs2 Don't seem Ike
ten. Only say, Tom, what very wide
parting youy got
"Hahl hump PHI yes," said the old solicit
tor passing thin white hand over his
shiny bald head with rueful look, which
changed to a smile as b. rstorted: Rather
frosty no atop Of Youe mountain, though,
Jack"
"Eh2 frostyH By George! yes replied
the doctor, giving his shaggy, grisly hair
rub which seemed TO make il start all over
In silver flames. 1T wasn't grey years ago,
Tom. But here I am. Thought I'd give
you q lookup. Rolt YOU out Of your
pOunce-box tor bit Left my patients to
Bee, and I'm going to have \ week rsking
With you, you dog, We haven Il had bit OF
fun together these thirty years"
"Humph, no." said the old solicitor,
shaking his head. mo" And he looked
very stern and uncompromising as his eyes
wandered round his dingy room, over an
cient volumes bound in law calf supposed
10 be sheltered on their shelves from sooly
London dust by curtains Of tea-lesf green;
over battered Tin boxes with peoples names
in dirty white paint. Thomas Hessleby
seemed the very last person in the world to
90 raking, as his visitor called this visi-
tor, the hearty, aoorid man with breezy
aspect Of the country about him, as he
stood, glowing and Frightening one Of the
dingiest chambers in the old Inn OF Court. !"
"Humph, MOI repeated the lawyer, shsk-
ing his head, and for the moment growing
more yellow and grim and legallookiug.
Then his eyes fell on the flower In his old
friends hutton-hole. They rose to his ruddy
face, then to his bright, clear eyes, and the
effect was that fash came into his own;
wave Of memories Of early manhood swept
over him; the wrinkles 10 bis brow grew
Deep the crow sfeet at the corners Of his
eyes were stretched fat, and the ersases on
either side of his mouth grew deeper and
were j.ined by others that seemed to i'm
prove bis countensnce; and, raising his
hand from the doctors shoulder, he slapped
it down again.
-, why it was bost-rscs day Jack; and we
dined at the Wineceller."
ITO be sure We did; and went TO the
Princess afterwards said the doctor.
Wrong, you dogp cried the lawyer
u II
Bedford, and Madame Celeste and Miss
Woolaar."
"0f course il was, Tom; and We went
afterwards to Evans to supper. Then, look
here: wen do the same again tonight.
INC" said the LAWYER, shaking his head.
Evans is not
ND forgotten cried the doctor. well,
never mind. Well go to the Adelphi and
see
1.-The Green Bushes Jack? No, my lad;
the green bushes are leaves of the past.
Wright and Paul Bedford are dead; so are
Blackstone and Ben Webster"
"But not Celeste and WoolgarS'
I'm not sure about Celeste. Miss Wool
gar IS acting still
Tom, We must be growing old, said the
doctor; but don't feel it yet."
Jack. we are growing old" said the law.
yer; and 1 do feel il; but, thank God, i
have son."
"Ans, thank God, have a daughter"
said the doctor.
And We live again in our children" said
the lawyer.
But shall die at once IL don't have
food, said the doctor. Come on. I've
hada long railway jouruey today
We'll, ought not to leave this briefFm
drsughtipg, said the lawyer.
"Qh, hang i'll Let il wait"
But u is rather psrticular-Mimby vs..
Chnks. My sou has taken the brief"
Has BET To be sure you said he was
getting on. Barrister. Of courseY'
"A rising nan, sir. said the old LAWYER.
proudly.
as he, thought Then come along. and
well compare notes about the BARNS Over
our wine
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