Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-02-25

her lungs were filed with the fluid she invol-
unfairly imbibed, and then she sank and was
caught among some sunken treesnags, and her
body was afterward recovered among them.
In the third cottage resided musical shoe
maker, a man with one love, and that the love
of his bass viol. A wiry, solemn man, greatly
in request at all concerts, able to conduct a
but loving best-a viol.
Now, he was gone and grit had been washed
into the sacred case of the cherished instru-
ment, ruined along with its master.
In the last cottage of the row lived drunk
en-, good-for-nothing fellow, who did odd jobs
of work; fellow who had driven his own wife
with her BARNS from the house, and lived with
another woman, as incorporate as himself, and
with a mouth as foul as his own. This house
and those within were spared.
''Well, now," said an elder to the preacher,
after the sermon at Providence Chapel next
Sunday, "Ah did think thou vert boun' to
justify the ways o. Providence"
$50 / would if 1 could" answered the
preacher, "but they b'aint justifable."
Where the folds and fields were not too deep
in water. lads waded, collecting various articles
that had drifted no one knew whence, Some
oranges lodged in corner were greedily se-
cured and sucked. One man ran about dis
playing laced lady's boot at the end of a
walking-stick, which boot had been carried
into his kitchen, and was useless unless he
could discover the fellow. There was much
merriment in spite of disaster. Yorkshire folk
must laugh whatever happens, and jokes were
banded to and fro between those who rowed
or waded and those who were prisoners in their
upper chambers
The pariahs of society were alive to their op-
portunities and were descending the stream,
claiming everything of value that was found as
being their own lost property. In many cases
their claims we're allowed; in others the finder
of some article, rather than surrender it to q
man whom he suspected, would cast it back
into the water and bid Linn go further to recov
er it.
A higher type of pariah started subscriptions
for the sufferers, and took many toll on the
sums accumulated for the purpose of relieving
the distress.
What had become of Mr. Pennycomequick?
That was the question in every mouth in Mer-
gatroyd. Salome knew that he had left the
house just after midnight to take walk by the
canal, and the watchman had seen him little
later on the towpath. Since then he had not
been seen at all. 1t was probable that, hearing
the alarm signals he might have taken refuge
somewhere: but where? That depended on
where he was when the alarm was given. If he
had assembled the canal he might have made
his way into Mitchelrs mill; that was a hope
soon dispelled, for news came that he had not
been seen there. If he had descended the
canal it was inconceivable that he could have
escaped, as there was no place of refuge to
which he could have flown.
Mrs. Sidebottom had not a shadow of doubt
that jeremiah was dead. Not deadi Fiddle
sticks! OF course he was dead. She acted on
this conviction. She moved into her half
brothers house. 1t would not do, she argued,
to leave it unprotected to be pillaged by those
Cusworths. A death demoralized house. 1t
was like the fall of General, all order, re-
spect for property, sense of duty, ceased.
Lambert should remain at home, where he had
his comforts, his own room, and his clothes.
There was no necessity for his moving.
Besides" said Mrs SideSottom, II could
never trust man, especially with women.
Talk of men as lords of creation! Why, they
are wheedled and humbugged by women with
the greatest facility. If Lambert were here
the Cusworths, the maids, would sack the
house under his nose and he perceive nothing.
know how it was when was newly married.
Then, if anything went wrong among my do
mest1cs sent Sidebottom down the kitchen
stairs to them. He returned crestfallen and
penitent, convinced that he had wrongfully ac-
cused them, and that he was himself, in some
obscure manner, to blame"
Mrs. Sidebottom gave orders that her broth
er's room should be made ready for her.
"Uncle Jeremiah's room. motherw ex-
claimed Lambert, in astonishment.
"Of course" answered she. II am not going
to leave that unmatched; why, that is the focus
and center of everything. What do care if
they steal the sugar, and pull some of the