The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-06-21
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rode in his company all the way. That is
only one instance.
Dickens once said to me at Uncle Hector's
"Old curiosity shop is London" And II
meant a 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 that.
| Ike was very fond OF going TO Beuham'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
| HE often might be seen with crowd OF
noted literary men at the Elephant and
Castle or Hen and Chickens, as the famous
old coach inn was called that stood at the
fork OF the seven roads.
HE didn't often go to church. He hated
ministers as a general rule, and despised
both their bigotry and their methods. Yet
ne respected the church, and revered sa-
cred things.
He was everywhere" said the Tregear,
what he was in that car, a shadower, a 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 sym
pathy of which he talked, spoiled as to his
simplicity somewhat by fiattery. though
not corrupted by it enough. be it said to
his honor, TO take proffered titlen
"How often / have seen that little old
woman in Bleak House with the reticule
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 absent mindedness and gro
tes4uerie till Dickens laughed and said:
THERE Is ONLY ONE wAGGY."
'Ah mer' she sighed, ''now 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-off land when his once gay
and rollicking 'Waggy' would say, Il
nave wept far more than l have laughed
since then"
'If Dickens could see me now,n contin-
ued the Tregear, show long do you think
he'd let me live in this hut.r
The woman had hardly finished this pa
thetic remark when suddenly s'craca,
crack" went volley of sounds again on
the roof of the hut that startled up the
menagerie and aroused the fury of the mis-
tress OF Snug Lake shanty, whose liege
lord reciined against the gate post fast
asleep once more.
Its those goats again, the pests''
On gong OUT however, what was her
establishment 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 English
Mary" rang out of a score of throats.
just at this juncture fat Irish woman,
the mother OF the catapultists, appeared on
the scene, shaking ner hsts violently at the
CID woman as she spoke disparagingly of
HER TIPPERARY NEIGuBoR
and shrieking out to the CONSERVATION Of
the whole neighborhood:
1--WE 'ad a better brungin' up than you
'arve. / wuZ brought up fer ter tend the
dure and swape the fure and SIGH, and not
to play on the pie-any. If you lays finger
on thin 6yes I'll rid the hill of the likes of
yez, | will, so will, We spaIpeen ye."
This classic effnsion encouraged the boys,
who. much to the enjoyment of the mother
threw fresh volley OF stones at the little
shanty.
At that moment the Tregear drew a pistol
from her pocket, loaded with rock salt, and
pointing il at the boys, said:
Scatter or Pill 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 sli he can to help me, :"
said the lady, land do all can to help US
both. l teach music and have quite u
sprlnkling of scholars
"Yoa know" she said archly, sits so
easy 20 please country people,
ITO be sure Williams poetry has never
paid as yet, but then there's no telling"
she sighed and bowed and went into the
hut.
Thanking this remarkable denizen of Dog
Hollow for her book shadowings,t the writer
left the hut, threaded his way out through
the huddled yard, escaped the ire of the
waited 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 1.-THE
Hounds Retreat"
MILLER HAGEMAN.