The Brookhaven leader., 1889-12-19

lights to tell lurked along the Battery
ten hours day, or tore the reeking scalp
from the head of his bosom friend or law
partner on Bowling Green. He was
proud of his great wealth, much of which
he had inherited and much of which he
had made in Wall street; proud of his
record as bus mess man; proud of his
grand Fifth avenue home; proud of every
thing connected with John X. DOllinger.
He was also, as | remarked, cold and
naughty, and during his whole life in
the metropolis he was never known to
stop on Broadway, between Fulton and
Ann streets, and buy pair of suspend
ers of the red-faced man who is in that
business there. Promptly at three
o'clock every afternoon his coachman
might have been seen waiting in front
of his Office in Wall street, with the tops
of his boots turned down and a very stiff
spinal column. Exactly at 3:15 o'clock
Mr.. Dollinger appeared and without
shaking hands with the coachman, or
otherwise greeting him, stepped into the
carriage, which the man with the weep
ing willow boots drove rapidly to the
Fifth avenue mansion, with the assist
ance of a pair of beautiful chestnut
horses from which the tails had been
carefully removed before starting.
Old Dollinger had wife-Mrs. Dol
linger. She was also cold, proud and
naughty, as became the daughter of
Kill Won Kull and wife of a Dollinger. In
fact there was nothing very affable
about either one of them. A maiden
-, Nd nj
came in from Stitchetyhatchet, n. j.,
and made them a siX-weeks' visit in De-
cember and January, and she used to say
when she got home that sometimes after
a meal with the Dollingers, at which
she had asked for soup twice and drank
little quietly out of her finger-bowl,
that it was very pleasant and great re-
lief to her to go out on the stoop and as
sociate awhile with the cast-iron grit
fins. She said she had never supposed
that griffins could be so sociable and
pleasant She had always had an idea
from the way a griffin held back its
head and carried one jaw up and wore
its tail at half-mast that it was far from
warm in its affections or cordial in it's
manners; but she said that after she had
eaten pie with her knife ten or fifteen
minutes at her neph ew's table it was
surprising how pleasant and sociable
those iron griffins could be.
There was another member of the Dol
linger family-a daughter-an only
child. She was not as were her parents.
Reared in the frosty, gray atmosphere
of the Dollinger brown-stone front cold
eHo ho n haip
from another world-like the soft cloud
like basque flower among the snows-a
violet amid the April chill. Proud she
was, to be sure, but proud of something
better than wealth; and she was not cold
nor naughty. Her name was Amelia.
Her mother wanted her to write it with
the upper part of an exclamation point
roosting on the 'e," but she refused.
She said that if she should ever write
thin red-covered book she would put the
weathercock on the Sc" but that while
she stayed in her right mind she could
never think of it. She demonstrated
with her mother when she wrote her
name Mrs. Louise Kill Won Kull Dollin-
ger-Dollinger, but it didn't do any good.
Arthur Graves was poor artist. He
had studio in East Fourteenth street,
where he painted large, soulful pictures
and got behind them and breatbed low
when the landlord pounded on the door
for the rent. That's about the only good
the pictures ever did him, because he
couldn't sell many and when he did sell
one he usually let the man get away
without paying him. If Arthur Graves
could have paid his debts he would have
found that he owed the man he borrowed
the money from to do it about eight
hundred dollars. Arthur was but a
young, poor and struggling artist, and
he knew it would be years before he
could paint lot of big war pictures and
take them to Russia to exhibit. But he
loved Amelia better than his own life,
and Amelia loved Arthur,
1t was Christmas Eve. AS the weary
landlord pounded at Arthur's door that
poor but undoubted genius went down
the fre-escape. Bright lights-glowing
hearths-good cheer-holly-peace on
Observation-Disclosures all that
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