San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1885-09-03
TAuoHT A LESSON.
now az English Lord Was Instructed
pOiltnnega.

now az EngiIsh lord Wa. Instruetsd In
PoiltenesL
Englishmcn are said TO stand In awe
Of lords. and perhaps there Is su:ue
ruth IN tho allegation. SIN, II some
times has happened that lord has
been too prcsumptuou', aud the Eu-
gll-hman ha5 forgotten his fear Of tho
"noblo' In his anger nj the man.
Edmund Yates, the novelist and
editor, now man Of wealth and in
iluence IN London, began life rs a clerk
In the London post-olllce at ninety
pounds year lie was sent one day
by his chief Sir Rowland Hill, to tho
house Of the Poslmas,cr-Generil, TO got
his signature TO an important docu-
ment The Postmaster General at the
time was Lord Stanley, Of Alderley, an
elderly man of rude manners and arbl-
trary disposition, much disllked By the
post-oilice officials.
Armed with letter of introduction
from Sir Rowland, the young clerk pre-
scntcd himself ut the abode OF his lord
ship. whom he found in his library
standing before the fire. Yates on
entering made his best bow 10 the head
Of the Post-oilice DEPARTMENT.
Lord Stanley neither returned the
snlutation nor asked the young man to
be seated. So he remained standing
near the door, much surprised ut his re-
ception and not in the best temper.
What do you want9" asked his lord
ship.
II thought" replied Mr.. Yates, ''that
Sir Rowland Hill had explained it in his
letter. 1t is necessary that your lord
ships signature" -
Here the great man broke in with:
yes, yes, know all about that. l have
signed the thing. IL is here somewhere"
rummaging in a leather post-oillcae
bag II can't find it, but know I've
signed il. Look here, have you got q
cab outsider"
Eyes, my lord"
'Thcn take these pouches back to the
office. You'll find it when you get
there"
Upon this the young man, who had
been much peted in the post-otlice and
in society, both on his own and his par
ents' account, quite lost his temper.
WHAT he cried, do you expect me
to carry those bags to the cab? If you
want that done ring the bell and tell
your servant to do it. | am not your
servant, and / won't carry bags for you
or any man in London!"
His lordship seemed petrtied. Never
theless he rang the bell.
. "What is your name, sir?" asked
Lord Stanley.
my name is Yates, my lord.
81 don't like your manner, SIR"
.'And ] don't like yours, my lord! I
came here properly introduced by the
Secretary. | made you salutation
which you had not the politeness to re-
turn. You have never asked me to take
q seat"
Wasn't I standing MYSELF"
THAT is no affair of mine. Your
business as u gentleman was to ask mo
to be seated. Aud now you think 1 am
going to do your servants work"
Here the servant entered, and his
master told him to carry the bags TO the
cab. The clerk was following him,
when Lord Stanley said: you Shall
hear more of this, sir. "
whenever You please, my lord, l
shall be quite ready"
Yates returned to the poSt-o!lice, still
trembling with the excitement of the
scene. Sir Rowland Hill was very SYM
pathetic and reassuring. When he had
heard the story, he laid his hand on tLo
clerks shoulder in fa.herly way, and
said
Il m very sorry you've been exposed
TO this, Yates; bat you musn't mind.
He's I'll ic fellow. Don't you be
afraid OF his tarpats. | wli take care
of tia, and hc will think better of wAas
he has sad when he's u little cooler.
Depend upon it, you'll hear 10 more of
it. u
Sir Rowland was right. Nothing was
II, az from the poS'master-Gen raj. and |
the rrrOr. ran over ihc oi!ine that the |
next m a lnrs 'n@Cr wa, &c Ii to L"rI |
SAM vs. house. his lorirhip shook |
han.'s " IL nm VAIN and asked HIM
stop 20 iuacn"oa.-! ON5h'S Com.20is-
ion.