The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1885-01-02

You are "a man of the world and man
of business, and an elderly man appar-
emily"
AT all events, 1 am older than you
madam"
"That is as may be-" said Mrs. Daw-
son, dryly. "We hain't got the parish
register here, and all the better for me.
So once more l say, judge for yourself"
well, madam" said Monckton, Il
will try, if you will Oblige me with the
facts"
"That is reasonable" said Mrs. Daw-
son, loftily, but after some little con-
sideration. "The facts will declare,
and not lie among EN-"
THAT will be novelty" thought her
cynical nearer, but he held his tongue,
and looked respectfully attentive.
Colonel Clifford" said Mrs. Dawson,
"hates BARLEY like poison, and BARLEY
him. The Colonel VOWS he will have
him off the land and out of the bowels
of the earth, and he have sent him
in this village. along of the servants
chattering. BARLEY he don't value a
lawyers letter no more than that. He
defies the Colonel, and they'll 60 at it
hammer and tOngs at the Sizes, and
spend mint of money in law. That's
one side of the question. But there's
another. Master Walter is deepin love
with Miss Mary"
who is she!"
"Who is she? Why. Bartley's daugh-
ter, to be sure: not as I'd believe it if
hadn't known her mother, for she is no
more like him in her looks or her ways
than tulip is to dandelion. She is
the lOveliest girl in the county, and bet
ter than she's bOnny. You don't catch
her drawing bride at her papa's beer
house, and she never passes my picture.
It's oh, Mrs. Dawson, am so thirsty,
little hay and water for DeerfOot.'
That's her way, bless your silly heart!
She amt dry; and DeerfOOt, he's full of
beans, and his coats like satin: but
that's Miss Mary'S way of letting me
know that she's my customer, and no.
body else's in the town. God bless her,
and send her many happy days with the
man of her heart, and that is Walter
Clifford, for she is just as fond of him
as he is of her. / seen it all from the
first day. Twas love at first sight, and
still a-growing to this day. Them old
fOgies may tear each other to pieces, but
they won't part such lovers as those.
There's not II girl in the village that
doesn't run to look at them, and admire
them, and wish them joy. Ay, and you
mark my words, they are young, but
they have got a spirit, both of them.
Miss Mary, she looks you in the face
like lion and dove all in one. They
may lead her, but they won't drive her.
And Walter, he's Clifford from top to
toe. Nothing but death will part them
two. Them'S the facts, sir, without
lie, which now I'm awaiting for judg-
ment."
"Mrs. Dawson" said Monckton, sol
EMMY. since you do me the honor to
ask my opinion, l say that out Of these
facts row will certainly arise, and a
deadly one"
at must sir; and Will Hope will have
to take side. IT'S no use his trying to
be everybody's friend this time, though
that's his natural character, poor chap"
MoncktOn's eyes flashed fire, but he
suppressed all appearance, of excite
Mrs. Dawson frightened at the very
name of her favOrite, and said, "Who is
Will Hope? Why, the cleverest man in
Derbyshire, for one thing; but he is that
Bartley's right-hand man, worse luck.
lie is inspector of the mine and fac
totum. He is the handiest man in Eng
land. He invents machines, and makes
riddles and plays 'em, and mends all
their clocks and watches and wheel-bar-
lows. and charges 'em naught He
makes hisself too common. l often cell
him so. Says /, why dost let 'em all
put on thee so? Serve thee right if L
was to send thee my pots and pans to
mend And SO do says he, directly.
There's no art in it, if you can make
the sawder, and l can do that, by the
Dick and IIarry!' And one day / said
to him, DO take look at this fine new
good shillings and quart of ale. What
ever is the matter with her? She looks
like the skin of cow tlattened against
the board So says he, Nay, she's bet
ter drawn than nine in ten; but she
wants light and shade. Send her to my
Workshop 'Ay, ay,' says L; thy work.
shop is like the church-yard; we be all
bound to 90 there one day or t'Other.'
Well. sir, if you believe me, when they
brought her home and hung her again
she almost knocked my eyeOut. There
was three or four more women looking
on, and mind all on us skreeked bit,
and our hands went up in the air as II
one string had pulled the lot; and says
Bet Morgan, the carriers wife, Lord
sake, gle me bucket somebody, and
ltt lllc HIN way puC thpN oiie'io
milk me- said 1, and a pint of fourpenny
/ gave her, then and there, for compli-
menting of my cow. Will Hope. he's
everybody's friend. He le the Colo
mel q crutch with his own Aands, which
the Colonel can use no othernOw. Wal.
ter swears by him. Miss Mary dotes or
him; he saved her life in the river wher
Ishe was girl. The very miners give
a good word, though he is very strict
with them; and as for BARLEY, it's my
lbelief he owes all his good luck to VIII
Hope. And to think he was born ir
this village, and left it a poor lad; ay
,and he came back here one day as poor
las job, seems but t'other day, with his
bundle on his back and his poor little
girl in his hand. dare say i fed them
both with whatever was going, poor
bodies"
"What was she like?"
"A poor little wizened thing. Shehad
beautiful golden hair, though"
Like Miss Bartley's"
something, but lighter"
L., .o,Y,