Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1884-10-24


as in the old times. No one in his en-
ploy except the foreman, who has lived
with him since they were young men
together, has any knowledge Of the
phaeton or the lad in livery and Mr..
Mewler would very much rather they
remained in ignorance. He is
more at home in his boiling-house or in
the weighing-room than anywhere else.
There he calls his men Bill, Jack and
Tom, and they address him to his face
as Mr.. Joe. Behind his back he is
.called-and he does not resent told
joey" He is oppressed with tho con
viction that if they knew about the
phaeton they would straightway take
to addressing him as Sir" which
would be more than he could stand.
sit would make me feel more uncom-
Portable than if l tried to do a stiff
days work with my Sunday coat on.
1t would be as redic'lus az serving
ha'porths of meat on silver skewers.
Besides, it isn't as though there weren't
any of the family still in the retail"
l quote the above from Mr.. Mewler's
own lips, and the fact of my being able
to dose is proof sufficient, l hope, that
there is nothing like false pride about
him. Speaking on the subject of his
only son and daughter being still en-
gagged in the retail delivery of feline
provision, he remarked as he and l and
the landlord sat in friendly MYERS in
the bar parlor of the latter: "On that
pint l was firm. 1 give in IS regards the
villa at Brixton, and [ agreed to the
fee-aton, and to the boy in livery driv-
ing me part of the way to business, but
when it came to the proposition my old
lady made that, since we could afford it,
it was our duty to sell up the whole con-
Germ and set the boy and gal up as a
young lady and gentleman, there l
jibbed. 1t wouldn't act, old lady, says
l, any more on their own account than
ours. They've always been brought up
among it, and if they got into fashion
able society, and the truth leaked out,
it might lead to their being chaffed, or
p'r'aps to them being being called by
some nickname or other, which would
stick to 'em for life and make 'em mis-
cradle. 1t is much better they should
make their way in the world as their
father and mother have done before
'em, and when they have done it will be
time to give the yard the go-by, and
cultivate the genteel. Besides, says l.,
it isn't as though theirs was a tin-pot
connection. Both the boy and the gal
has got their separate round, with a
cart that's almost as good as a picter
gallery to look at and a good horse,
and they each do a trade amounting to
one pound a day profit, which isn't to
be sneezed at in these times.
They're happy enough, bless you.
Every Sunday they comes over and
spend the day with us at Bucephalus
villa; mind you, l didn't give it that
NAME" said MI. Mewler, abruptly.
pausing in his narrative. '.It was the
chap who built it for me, and who said
it would be appropriate without being,
in a of speaking, too announc-
ing. / didn't know what Bucephalus
meant, even; l thought it sounded like
the name of some complaint till he ex-
planned il. Very often one OF other of
them will give US a call on a weekday
evening as well, when we have a little
company" land is it known at Brix-
ton that you" ''Lord bless you, sir, "
said Mr.. Mewlcr, interrupting me, with
a laugh, anticipating what 1 was about
to ask, 1.-the old lady would go into fits
if she thought they had any suspicion
of it. I'm in the provision line of bust
ness if anybody asks her. 1t is a little
orkard sometimes, though" he con
tinued, more seriously. though still with
a twinkle in his eyes, land shows that
no good ever comes of concealment or
Sinking the honest truth. Our gal, you
must know, is a rare g%ood-looking one.
Swapping built she is, with a color like
a rose, which, no doubt, is through be-
ing out in all weathers. There is a
springiness about her movements Just
practice getting up and down in the cart,
and when she's dressed she looks a
regler lady, and nothing but it, and be-
tween us, as fathers of families, she
naturally looks to having a sweetheart.
Well, sir, there used to drop into our
place at Brixton, sometimes of even
ings, a young fcllow-not more than
about eighteen he wasn't--who first of
all met u gal, and me, and the missus
at the Crystal Palace. l never rightly
understood what he was; but anyone
could tell by his actions and gold
eeye-glass that he was we'll
bred I'm. At the same time, as
1 have told you, he was rather
young, and that made me and her
mother a little uncomfortable when our
Jemima, who was twenty-five last birth
day, told us blushing one day that she
really thought that Reginald Molineux--
that was the chaps name-was sweet
on her, and was beginning to act to-
ward her as though he had some
serious intentions on his mind. He
talks about introducing me to his moth
err says she, very we'll pleased at the
prospect. That put my old lady in a
twitter at once. You take my advice,
my DEAR she says, and nip it in the
bud before it goes any further. I've
seen her, though it's been only in the
distance, and She is much too high and
naughty for US. There is no more bend
in her back than though it was made OF
n piece without a joint in it. As soon
as she found out who we was and where
we came from she wouldn't be seer
walking the same side of the way with
you o. any of the family, much less
consent to her son marrying you.' But,
n'r'anS.' Saws ,Jemima. bridIinp un. with