The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-06-21
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THE BREACH rNTERposEs
That's what l say" interposed the
sage OF Snug Lake shanty; Dickens
wasn't no poet in a crick-hic-hic-crickica
sense. Why he's away off. just take
.nat line he thought so fine, see, can't
neip rhyming," said the sage, ..just take
tnat line on which they say his reputation
further @ Ao
~ "A rare old plant is the ivy green
mare, why bless my soul, it's the COM
monest plant that grows. Just stick it
uoNn In the middle of winter and it'll
grow anywhere from one of his slips"
mars one OF his slips, William"
view house.
them: ~ 49, "i1 Aei' A"o'"ei u
Lney told him gently she was dead"
TIL now IN thunder would they tell him.
len at him. WHAT'S the use of putting
gently there. I'm speaking crick-hic-hick-
any, OF course. Why, can beat that"
IN these chats with Mr.. Dickens"
ASKED OF the lady, did he ever disclose to
ton ?n' - .''Ao' ''ia-
oiten. Here is a remarkable occur
renee which he once told me of. He hap
peneu 10 be at the Euston station Just as
group OF sailors with their kits in their
nanos got aboard the car. He had no
overcoat on, although it was in the deep of
Mhnter, but that group of jolly tars still
pitcning about, not having shaken their
sea legs off. held for him life study that
was ms capital, and go he could and go he
oid, though the coach was a third-class
one, all the way to New Castle on LYME. a
distance of 200 miles and more where they
al together, with other emigrants, got
out de drank with them. smoked with
them, talked with them and got their
iittie secret and came home | know his
account was correct, for afterward met a
gentlemen who was unexpectedly obliged
10 take the same train and rode in his com
pany all the way. That is only one in
stance.
Dickens once said to me at Uncle Hec-
tors:
"'Old curiosity shop is London And it
meant great deal 1t meant that he had
explored, and that as he once told me
OFTEN at the risk of his life every nook and
crook IN the city, and drawn his pictures
from life. His life as reporter taught him
He was very fond of going to Benham's
place, the great sculptor, and drinking his
pot of stout.
He often went to Chalk Farm, SO famous
Tor Its cock fights and sprinting matches
lie often might be seen with a crowd
OF noted literary men at the Elephant and
Castle or Hen and Chickens, as the famous
Old coach in was called that stood at the
fork OF the seven roads.
He didn't often go to church. He
mated ministers as general rule, and
desplsed both their bigotry and their
methods. Yet he respected the church,
and revered sacred things.
he was everywhere. said the Tregear,
what he was in that car shadower, de-
tective: Nothing escaped him. He was
subtle in his observation, and often was
looking at you when he was looking away
from you. He brought those traits with
MIN from below, not above. He was a
man OF ordinary birth, with little OF the
sympathy of which he talked, spoiled as
to his simplicity somewhat by tiattery
though not corrupted by it enough. be it
said to his honor, to take proffered
title"
How often have seen that little old
woman in Bleak House. with the reti-
cule, walking up and down Chancery court
| square, and how often had studied elocu-
ton with the famous Graham of Scotland
| l used to initiate her walk and gestures
| and mumbling Observation-Disclosures and
| grotesquerie till Dickens laughed and
| laughed and said:
"'There is only one Waggy.'
"Ah me !" she sighed. chow little did he
| dream as | used to play the piano for him
| and dance round those spacious parlors and
| tell him funny stories that day would
come in this far-of land when his once gay
and rollicking sWaggy' would say, L
have wept far more than / have laughed
| since them as8
.IfDickens could see me now" contin-
ued the Tregear, chow long do you think
| he'd let me 1--we in this hut?"
The woman had hardly finished this pa
fhofin remark when Snddpnlu 6NraPE
crack, went yolley of sounds again on
the roof of the hut that startled up the
menagerie and reused the fury of the mis-
tress of Snug Lake Shanty, whose liege
lord reclined against the gate post fast
asleep once more.
Its those goats again, the pests"
On going out, however, what was her as
constituent to see group of boys stand
ing on the bluff deliberately throwing
stones at the shanty.
"Stop that, you brats," shrieked the Ire
gear.
English Mary English Mary! En-
glish Mary!" rang out of score of
throats.
Just at this juncture fat Irish woman,
the mother of the catapultists, appeared on
the scene shaking her fist violently at the
old woman as she spoke disparagingly of
her Tipperary neighbor and shrieking out
to the CONSERVATION of the whole neigh
borhood.
"Ive lad better brungin' up than you
'arve wuz brought UP fer ter tend the dure
and swape the fiure and SIGH, and not to
play on the pie-any. If you lay finger on
thin byes I'll rid the hill of the likes of
yez will, so / will, We spalpeen ye."
This classic effusion encouraged the boys,
who, much to the enjoyment of the mother,
threw fresh volley of stones at the little
shanty.
from her pocket, loaded with rock salt,
and pointing it at the boys, said:
Scatter, or I'll shoot"
They scattered.
THAT'S sample of the 'doin's' of Dog
Hollow" said the woman, resuming her
seat.
"How do you support yourself, my good
woman" | asked.
"My husband does all he can to- help
me" said the lady. land / do all | can to
help US both. l teach music, and have
quite sprinkling of scholars.
"You know" she said archly, sits so
easy to please country people"
''To be sure. Williams poetry has never
paid as yet, but then there's no telling"
she sighed as she rose, BIO we'd and went
into the hut.
Thanking this remarkable denizen of
Dog Hollow for her book-shadowings, the
writer left the hut threaded his way out
through the huddied yard, ESCAPED the ire
of the wattled turkey cock, climbed the
crest of the bluff, and took off his way
toward the city.
As he went he turned and looking back
saw the two goats gone TO roost on the
ridge pole, side by side, on top of THE
Hounds Retreat" MILLER HAGEMAN.
A MYSTERY.
Our baby boy, one day