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

pound sterling q side. He might have
been the 'Conqueror' alluded to for all
l know. Anyhow, my grandfather
.~came-over' with him from the Surrey
side to the Mile-end, where they started
a slaughter'us. But how young Mo,
lineux could have heard or read about
it was more than l could understand.
Anyhow, my old lady was Modified
when it was made known to her-not
about the Chicken but another con
quering cove that came over here in ar
NOR from foreign parts hundreds of
years ago. l haven't got a word to say
against her, goodness forbid. But there
is no denying that she has grown a bit
upish in her views lately. 'Cept doing
homework, she hasn't SLED her hands
or as much as touched a skewer, unless
that belonging to the pcn'orth delivered
daily at the villa, for more than five
years, and naturally her old ideas have
given way to more fashionable ones. So
says she to Jemima: If the young
chap likes you and you like him, and he
has found out of his own accord, and
without being set on to do it, that our
family is good enough for his to keep
company with, 1 don't see any obiec-
tions. If he is right l am glad to be
is his mistake and not ours. AS for our
blood being as good AZ his continued
my old lady, CLAP you both before a
looking-glass, and compare your rosy
freshness to the color of his face, which
may be the high-bred color. but it's too
much like Dutch cheese for my fancy,
and I think anyone will say that SO far
as blood goes you amt a bit behind
him. So it was agreed that matters
might 60 on as they was going, only
that if She could manage it, our Hatty
was to fight shy Of the old lady-her old
lady, mean-until things advanced a bit.
Reginald took quite a liking for our Jack,
who, of course, never comes to Brixton
but dressed a swell; but Jack, you see,
is q roughish one, and don't know
much about langwidge, 80 he
talking. But one day." and here
old MI. Mewler's face expanded into a
broadgrin, "he..so nigh let our secret out
that Hatty, who was in the room at the
time, was ready to drop off her chair.
Reginald was on his favorite subject
talking about high-born and low-born.
and the wealth of our land, and he
made the remark to Jack that, after all,
there was nothing like blood. What.
for the land, you mean,' ses Jack, glad
that a topic was started that he knew
something about. For the whole king
DOM ses MI. Mulineux. WISH" said
Jack, that everybody was of your
opinion. Our blood is a precious
nuisance to us sometimes You mean,'
says Reginald, that you found it rising
in rebellion against the horribly un-
heroic spirit Of the age. I have felt the
same myself. Master JOHN he says,
.and 1 quite agree with you. Where is
the use of a man having blood, if there
is no demand for itp' There's such a
run on patent manures, you see, says
u Jack, quite serious, that blood,
which is the best of 'em all, is quite
neglected, and as Eyou just. now re-
marked, there is hardly any demand for
it. We are glad sometimes to let ours
run to waste down the sewer We have to
do 1t on the sly, though. 1t is a penalty
of ten pounds if they catch you at it,
OF ours Jack was referring to our
slaughter'us; but the other one, as our
Hatty tells the story, stared at him
in horror, and he was just about to ask
for further particulars, when Jemima
made believe that she heard me calling
for Jack, and she shook her head and
frowned at him so much that he became
aware he had put his foot in it some
how and took himself off.
eft was Jack who blew up the whole
blessed business at last. 1 don't say it
vas his fault, or that I was sorry for it.
1t made me wretched to see a daughter
of mine working her way into a swell
family under what you may call false
pretenses, and l was downright glad
when the affair was knocked on the
head. But it was a sudden and unex-
pected blow-a regular poleaxer. Reg
maids mother, it seems, was a member
of a charitable committee who went
about in slummy neighborhoods finding
out how the poor lived, and 10Y and
then she took her son with her in order
to train him in her own ways. Well,
one day they was visiting in q street in
Stepney, and three of 'em, Reginald
and his mother, and another old dowa-
ger, had gone into a house that was in
our Jacks rounds. They we're SO
busy in the house that nobody took any
notice of Jacks first knock 1T the door.
so he Knocked again louder, and called
out meat and the door being at the mo-
ment opened, without looking he holds
out the haporth, at the same time saying,
impatient: Here, ketch hold; l thought
you was all gone to sleeps and then he
heard a well-known voice exclaim,
Great God!' and looking up he found
that he had been holding out the haporth
to Reginald's mother, who, with her
son and the other old lady, were at that
moment leaving the premises. It was
a clean bowl down, and there was no
backing out Of it. for Jack was in his
s~hirt-sleeves and had the basket on his
arm, and there, on t'other side of the
road, stood the cart, with John New
Ter, cats meat p%unctually delivered
writ on the panel, and plainly to be read.
Still, as far as the old lady was con-
cerned, it might have passed off, but
Reginald, he was SO took back at the
sight of Jack, that he exclaimed, be-
wildered like, Good heavens, does my
Jemima know Of thisP' Jack didn't
want to give him al answer. But that
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