Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-02-07

- Give It! For Heavens sake, no! Ihat
is, mean you'd better tell anybody who
asks for II that all letters Will be forward
ed. On no account give my address. I'm
very particular on tnis point. Timbury-
very particular, indeed
"'I understand, Sir. You don't want to
| be bothered with one thing and another.
It's easy enough to keep people of If you
goes the right way to work.
eyes, yes--just so, Timbury; and as
/ may not have another chance OF doing
so, Timbury, l will tell you how well |
am satisfied with you; and l hope you'll
accept this little present for your past SER
vices
'|'And MIR. Pilgrim slipped two FIVE
pound notes into rimbury's hand.
"Shorty after this it happened that Tim
bury's sister, who had set up in bus
mess as a laundress, had her mangle
seized under an execution, and 1lmbury,
in the emergency, wrote, and begged as
great favor that Mr.. Pilgrim would be so
kind as to make temporary advance OF
thirty-twO pounds, five shilllngs and two
pence, the sum necdiul TO stay proceed
lnga. The money was sent at once, and
soon after Timbury discovered that
nephew Of his was just the boy to get on
in Canada, provided be could have an out
tit and little money to start with. He
ventured 70 ask Sir. Pilgrim, who had al
ways been 70 kind. for the loan Of a hun
dred pounds, which should be repaid as
soon as the young man should be able to
run alone.
Mr.. Pilgrim lent the money, feeling as.
sured that Timbury junior would not Tor
many years be out OF leading strings. A
few weeks later he received notice by
post informing him that James Fimbury
mad succeeded to the Old-established to-
bacconist business in Wilton street, Clap
ham road, for 50 many years carried on
by Mr.. W. Wigs, and hoped, by moder-
ate prices, and strict attention to busi-
ness, to merit a continuance, etc.
las Mr.. Pilgrim read this notice he felt
that the iron chamber was rapidly con-
tracing and that the cords OF the net
were being drawn tight over his head.
Itmbury, it seemed to him, was no longer
content TO bleed his victim from afar. He
preferred TO conduct his operations from
the next street. SO by way of prOpitla-
ting his tOrmentOr, he sent him a huge Or
der Tor tobacco, though he was no smO-
ker. The season was no worse for insects
than usual, but to get rid of some OF his
nicotine Mr.. Pilgrim bought patent tu-
migatoT, and raised such clouds of pun
gent smOke In the back garden that Miss
Wilcox, who kept young ladies' school
four doors higher up the road, threaten
ed to complain to the sanitary authorl-
ties.
Mr.. Pilgrim was bit of bon vivant:
and Of all the tidbits that London could
supply he appreciated none so fully as
those lovely pink prawns which deck the
slabs of the West End tishmongers in due
season. Now, in spite of his trouble, he
kept his appetite, and felt that there was
no reason why he should abstain from
his tavorite luxury because Mrs. Pilgrim
the real One-had turned up IN London,
while he imagined her lying peacefully
under the Atlantic waves. Accordingly,
ne betOOk himself, on a certain day, to a
certain shop where the pTawns were inVa-
riably fresh and fine. and was busy select
ing dozen or so, when ne became aware
OF the presence oil some one behind him,
bent apparently on a similar task. He
turned round, ana there, within six inch
es OF his nose, was the face of Mrs. Scrym-
occur CampIon.
The lady started back, then staggered,
then broke out screaming, and finally
sank down IN state of collapse upon a
large Olock OF ice in front of the shop, in
the midst of which lobster and some
| bouquets OF flowers mad been ingeniously
frozen. Mr.. Pilgrim, under the pressure
OF the first law OF nature, turned and fed
up IA narrow street on the other side of
tue way, determined not to rest till he
should be safe in the Utmost recesses of
his back garden; but before be mad gone
! fifty yards bis curiosity Overcame his fear,
and he tackled back Till the front of the
fish shop came once more in view. Then,
| While pretending to peer into bOoksel-
ler's window, be looked out OF the corner
OF bis eye at the loahng London crowd
which had already closed in upon the
PROSTATE form OF Mrs. Scrymgeour Cam
pion and the stalWart figure of the intel
ligent policeman who mad uneXpect-
eddy arrived on the scene. A han.
som cab soon drew up, and into this
Mrs. Campion mounted and drove off.
'Three days after this Mr.. Pilgrim.
while wedding mis- garden, was informed
by Martha, the hOusemaid, tnat James
| TlmDury would like 70 speak To him if he
were not too busy to see him. A cold
chill struck him to the marrow as he lis
tened to Timbury's name. After what
had happened three days ago, II was only
natural that he should be expecting the
fall Of the thunderbOlt, and his face was
very haggard as be looked up at the ad-
Vancing Timbury.
~ must ask your pardon, sir, for dis
turbing you, nut l read this 'ere in the
EUeHiRq 'ETdid, which | thought would
interest YOU and here Timbury pulled a
newspaper out OF his pocket. ''Ere it is,
sir he added, placing his iOrefnger on a
paragraph in the first column. Mr.. Pilgrim
put ON mis- glasses and read:
Gamma Maria, late Sarah Jarvis"
would like to communicate with Ca
leb P, Box 1912, E1ent1l0 Herald Of
hce.'
~ don't know, Timbury,' said Mr.. Pill
grim with faint smile, what there is In
it to interest me. Oh, see. Sarah Jar
Wis, the name of your old ship. Strange
advertisement / wonder what II can
meanY
~ was a wonderin' likewise, sir an
aWnrpd Tim burv sand I m9da hold n Ynro
sumo as Caleb p might mean you sir,
SEEM as your name is Caleb, and as Pill
grim begins with 4 p
"'Ah, but London is a large place,
TimbuTy, and this Sarah Jarvis may be
real person, and not the name OF
ship
every true. sir; but thought as you
might not like the paper to be lynn about
for Mrs. Pilgrim or the servant to get hold
OF, cause, You know, SIR, servants talk,
even if
"'Just 50, Timbury; much obliged to
you; and, by the bye, you may send up
one or two pounds more OF that cut cav
! endish. There's nothing like it for green
fy.'
ayes, sir; certainly, sir; but Pm afraid
must charge you little more than for
the last. Cut caYendish 10 gettin' dearer
and dearer every day. Prices is Garden
in, as they say in the city,
"'Oh, well, that | must leave to you.
Good day, Timbury.'
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