The Springdale news., 1888-12-21

ized by Lord Fita poppin, the member for the borough, and all the nobility and gentry of the nelghborhood. A few yards lower down the High Gate was the hospitable "George,n less pretentious but much more snug house of rest and refreshment The "George" attracted all the commer. cIal gentlemen who periodically visited the town, who, If they had to stay away from home over Sunday and found themselves within fifty miles of Northborough, usually made for the "Georgc.n whero they could rely upon being comfortable and happy that is, if Wellalred and well-made feather beds and overwhelming dinners could bring about such state of affairs
 For the toWnspeople and well-to-do farm CTS of the ncighborhood there was no place Tor evening pipes and social chat like the Crown Not that 1t was one whit behind the "Georgen in the quality of it's dinners anu beds.WhlCh were well patronzed, but the old-fashioncd cozy parlor was its specially. The "CroWn Inn was a large, rambling house with extensive stabling at the rear, and presenting q gothic front on Low Gate It introduced itself to the passcr-bv by means of plain, swinging sign board on which were the words in bright gold let
  visit to Mrs Leaders red -curtained and wellcarpeted parlor, on any evening but Sunday, would introduce you to fair sam pie of the Marlborough mon. But first let Us get acquainted with the landlady,who is seated i'll her rocking chair at one corner of the parlof i'll charge of those at,unetuous- looking stone jugs and bottles, which raise visions of punch and all sorts of other good liquors calculated to warm the 'eoclllen y of ones heart. Mrs. Leader has kindly, pleasant face, which Is not put on expressly for business purposes; 1t is always the same, and cheCry word Is ever on her lips She is 10 be found every Sunday. with her three charming daughters, at the parish church of St. Lcouard's, and. taking all things into consideration, there is small wonder that the |" Crown parlor can boast of the most select evening company of any hotel in the town.
 The most fastidious lady would never hear q word to shock her propricty III the ''GroWnf parlor, for, Mrs Leader being herself d 5eatieloomau ill the true meaning of the word, her visitors. well knowing that fact, take care that no conversation Is car Tied on which would lower them in her esti- nation. and woe be to the unfortunate stranger who should drop into the Grown
  net strictly correct in language or morality.
 The regular patrons of this model land lady were some fifteen or twenty repre- sentative men of the town and neighb0r- hood. There was Mr. Eogerman, the town clerk. There were tWoor three of the Mcssrs. Rustler, the wealthy brewers. Old A1r Me lnsen, the celebrated trainer of race horses from whose stables had gone forth more than one winner of the Blue Ribbon" In addition to these were most of the lead- ing tradesmen of the town, with two or three well-te-do farmers from the imme- diate ucighberhood The vital sparks in this social circle were two men, good friends, and yet forever taking opposite sides in an argument. They were Matthew Eidis, an out-and-out seyenty-ycar \ Yorkshire man, farrler by trade, and q great hurly-burly Seotchman, William Dimont by name Dlmont was fully ten years Eldls' junior, weighed about two hundred pounds and was pretty well unbued with the idea of hls own importance, while Eldis was d little Wiry fellow, well met with every body. At the same time, the man who opened fire by way of argument on Matthew Eldls was soon silenced by his sfillful repartee, and many q time had Dimont Tn word war with the furrler been defeated.