The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-05-07
CHAPTER V.

CHAPTER v.
ST have thousand men" said he,
ITO wait upon my will,
And towers nine upon the Tyne,
And three upon the TILL.
Sand what care / for your men" said she,
''Or towers from Tyne to Till,
Sith you must go with me, she said,
ITO wait upon my will!'
Sir Hoggie and the Fairies.
Next morning TOrpenhow found Dick sunk
in deepest repose Of tobacco.
''Well, mailman, how d'you feel!"
81 don't know. I'm trying to find out"
EeYou had much better do some work"
'tMaybe; but I'm in no hurry I've made
discovery. Torp there's too much Ego
in my Cosmos"
''Not really! Is this revelation due to my
lectures or the Nilghais!"
1T came to me suddenly, all on my own
account. Much too much, Ego; and now
I'm going to work"
He turned over a few half-fnished
sketches, drummed on a new canvas,
cleaned three brushes, set Binlzie to bite
the toes Of a lay figure, ratified through his
collection Of arms and accoutrements, and
then went out, declaring that he had done
enough for the day.
''Th1s is positively indecent" said Torpen-
how. land the first time that Dick has ever
broken up light morning. Perhaps he has
found out he has a soul, or an artistic tenn
permanent, or something equally valuable.
That comes Of leaving him alone for month.
Perhaps he has been going out of evenings.
must look to this" He rang for the bald
headed old housekeeper whom nothing
could astonish or annoy.
s'Reeton, did Mr.. Heldar dire ont az al!
while was out of town!"
teNever laid is dress clothes out once. sir.
all the time. Mostly e dined in; but e
brought some most remarkable fancy young
gentlemen up 'ere after theatres once 0c
twice Remarkable fancy they was. You
gentleman on the top floor does very much
as you likes, but it did seem to me, sir,
droppin' a Wcllkin' stick down five flights 81
stairs an then goin' down four abreast to
pick it up again at half past in the morn
ing, singing, Bring back the whisky,
Willie darling'-not once or twice, out
scores o. times-isn't charity to the other
tenants. What [ say is, Do as you would
be done by That's my motto"
''Of course? of course! I'm afraid the top
floor isn't the quietest in the house"
81 make no complaints, sir. [ have spoke
to Mr.. Heldar, friendly, an he laughed an
qaGd las picture 06 tsa naissis that Is as GO9d
as a cOlored PRINT. IL 'asnJ the ign SHINE
of photograph, but what say is Never
look gift horse in the mouth Mr.. Heldaf' 5
dress clothes 'aven't been on him for weeks. F."
''Then it's all right, said TorpenhoW to
himself Orgaries are healthy, and Dick
has a head of his own, but when it comes
to women making eyes, I'm not so certain.
Binkie, never you be a man little dorglums.
THEY'RE contrary bruteS, and do things with
out reason"
Dick had turned northward across the
Park, but he was walking in the spirit on
the mud flats with Maisie He laughed
aloud as he remembered the day when be
had decked Amomma's horns with the ham
frills, and Maisie, white with rage had
cuffed him. How long those four years had
been, and how intimately Maisie was con-
nected with every hour of them Storm
across the sea, and NIaisie in a gray dress
on the beach, sweeping her drenched hair
out of her eyes and laughing at the home
ward race of the fishing smacks; hot sun
shine on the mud flats. and Maisie shifting
scOrnfully with her chin in the air; Maisle
flying before the wind that threshed the
fOreshore and drove the sand like small shot
about her ears: AIaisie. very composed and
independent telling lies to Mrs. Jennet
while Dick supported her with cOarser per-
jures; Maisie picking her way delicately
from stone to stone, pistol IN her hand Land
her teeth firm set, and Maisie in gay
dress sitting on the grass between the
mouth of a cannon and a nodding sea-poppy
The pictures passed before him one by one,
and the last stayed the longest. Dick was
perfectly happy with a quiet peace that was
as new to his mind as it was foreign to his
experience. It never occurred to him that
there might be other calls upon his time
than loafing across the Park in the fore
noon
There's a good working light now" he
said, watching his shadow placidly Some
poor devil ought to be grateful. And there's
Maisien
She was walking toward him from the
Marble Arch, and he saw that no manner
ism Of gait had been changed. 1t was good
to find her still Maisie, and, SO to speak, his
next door neighbor. No greeting passed be-
tween them, because there had been none
in the old days.
''What are you doing out q
this hour?" said Dick.
titled to ask