Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-04-18

of carving away with him some impress
sions OF Northshire. He says the ma
tives have no characteristics save their
burr. Can you suggest any, Dudley"
I could not, and said so5simply.
Mrs. Armstrong; tales of her ances-
tors would suit you sPlendidly. Mr..
Hawks, said Georgia. Their character
istics appear to have been murder and
robbery. Most of them were hanged for
cattle stealing. She boasts of it. She
says also that Yorkshire never could be
conquered William the Norman had to
leave it out of his DOOmsday Book"
Fact, Mrs. Dudley?" asked Charlie.
at is history"
Down 1t goes then.
II Witnessed a little scene to-day that
may interest you, said GascOigne, adj
dressing himself principally to Charlie
Il was coming through pit village. A
big, burly fellOW-NO North COuntrymen
are usually so described, you knOW-Was
lOunging with his back against a wall.
His hands were thrust deep into his
pockets; he was tipsy; there was the hap
piest smile imaginable upon his face. A
woman presume his WITHDRAWING s.
young child. went and talked to him. I
was not near enough to hear, but the pan
tOmime amused me. 1t seemed she was
asking him to 90 home, but her words ap-
parently had no effect. Presently she
stamped her foot, talking more and more
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he only smiled. Next she slapped his
face; once, twice,
Still smiling in a slow, lazy, half-con-
temptuOus way, he drew one hand from
his pocket to put her from him. In so
doing, he somehow touched the child.
The woman, reused to fury, deposited
the baby on the muddy road and rushed
at him. She snatched of his hat. pulled
it to pieces with her hands, and, not con-
tent with that, she tore it with her teeth,
then flung it down and danced upon it.
At length, suddenly pGusing, she looked
at her lord and master He had not
moved. His hands were in his pockets
and he still smiled. Then she picked up
the child and left him. Two policemen
were looking on. They seemed to enjoy
the sight as much as I did. Mr.. Hawks,
that was a NOrthsire man"
Thanks, Doctor, said Charlie, AFl
take him for a type.
And much in this vein the conversation
continued to flow, though 1 joined little
in it, and Edna less.
We remained very short time at table
after the ladies left rs and, in crossing
the hall to Join them in the drawing-roOm
I fingered behind Gascoigne and Hawks.
I was In no haste to ind myself again
in Edna's presence. 1 felt guilty, almost
as though my vretched secret were writ
ten on my face.
When did go into the drawing room
George was singing. Gascoigne stand
ing by her, his back toward me. Hawks
becLoned me to the far side of the room,
where Edna and he were sitting. Edna
was telling him tales of the rebellion of
'45, of DiltsOn and the Derwentwaters.
s. sat down and listened, silent and spell
bound, TO the soft voice of the charmer.
Meanwhile George had ceased singing
and remained at the piano with Gas
coigne.
After a time the Doctor came and held
out his hand:
Goodnight, Dudley" said he. eve
got to walk back, so it's time I set of. D."
In vain urged him to stay, even sUg-
costing a smoke for -auld lang syne.
But he was proof against temptation; sc
Charlie and I went with him to the hall
door.
Come and see US again soon, said /.
Whenever YOU ask me, he answered
readily, and, with hearty Goodnight,
departed.
I told Hawks he would find the where
withal for a smoke and drink in the
library, where I would Join him immedi-
ately. 1t was my intention return to the
draWing-room. The door was closed
though not fastened; pushed it open
little way, but did not enter. I saw and
h1ad enough without.
3ag the piano, where / bad last seer