The morning call., 1893-05-21

Eng ish as she is spoken such occasions.
Mrs. Flusters (who is seated in a
brougham with her husband, on their way
to dine with some friends in Cromwell
road)--We shall be dreadfully late. know
we shall! I'm sure Peacock could go
faster than this if he liked-he always
loses his head when there's much traffic.
Do tell him to make hastel
Mr.. Flnsters-Better let him alone-he
knews what he's doing.
Mrs. Flusters-I don't believe he does, or
he wouldn't dawdle like this. If you won't
speak TO him. must. tLets down the
glass and puts out her head.) Peacock!
A Blurred Shadow on the Box-Yes.
MN.
Mrs. Flusters-What are We stopping for
like this?
The Shadow-Fog very thick just 'ere.
m'm. Can't see what's in front of US. MN.
Mrs. FlusterS-It's just as safe to keep
moving as to stand still-go on at once.
The Shadow-Very good, nm. (To
horse.) Pull up! (Crash.)
Voice from the unseen-What the blank
ETY. blank, etc.
Peacock-There is suthin' in front. m M.
A van, fl ON is angwich. MN.
Mrs. Flusters Sinking back)-Marma-
duke, this is awful. I'd no idea the fog
was like this or | should never have.
with tempeD Really, people have no
right to ask one out on such night.
Mr. Flusters with the cOmmOn-sense
that makes him $50 aggravating at times")
We'll, Fanny, you could hardly expect
'em 10 foresee the weather three weeks
ahead!
Mrs. Flusters-At all events you might
have seen what ii was going 10 be as y0u
came home from the temple. Then we
could have sent telegram!
Mr. Flusters Gets down his window and
leans ou)-Peacock!
The Shadow-Sir?
Mr.. Flusters-Where have we got to
now?
Peacock-I amt rightly sure. sir.
Mrs. Flusters--Tell him to turn round
and go home.
Mr.. Flus ers-lts no use going on like
this. Turn back.
Peacock dursn't leave the kerb; all [
got to 20 by, SIR.
Mr.. FIusters-Then take one of the
lamps and lead the horse.
Peacock-It's the young 'orse. sir.
Mr.. Flusters (sinking back)-We must
put nD with II, suppose.
"a smart crack is heard at the back of
the carriage.)
More voices-Now. then. why the blank
ety dash, etc.
Mrs. FIust rs-Marmaduke, I can't sit
here and know that buspole may come
betm cen us at any moment. Let us get
out and take cab home at once.
Mr.. Fiusters-There's only one objection
to that suggestion, viz: that's its perfect
ly impossible to tell a cab from a piano.
organ. We must tnd out where we are
first and then turn. Peacock, drive on as
We'll as you can, and stop when you come
10 shop.
Mrs. Flusters-What do you want to stop
at shop for?
MIR. Flusters-Why. then I can go in and
ask where we are.
Mrs. Fiusters-And how do you expect
them 10 know where we are? (She sees a
smear OF light in the distance.) Marina
duke. there's a llnkman. Get out quick
and hire him TO lead the way.
Mr.. Flusters (whu gets out and follows
in the direction Of the light, grumblng to
himselfl-Hallo mot past the park vet
here's the railings! " ell, if | keep close
TO them, l shall-(he suddenly collides
with a bencn). Phew! On, confound it
(He rubs his shins.) Nuw, if it hadn't
been for Fanny, Nv here's that linkman ?
Hi !-you there! !-stop! Cine light stops )
Look here-l want you to come to my
carriage and show my man the way out OF
tnisl
Voice from behind the railings-We got
to find our own way out tust, guvnor.
We're inside
A Delated reveller Qurching up to Mr..
FluSieTs)-Beg your pardon, but eou' you
dreek me nearesht way -er- Dawshon
plasheP
MIR. Flusters (sayagely)-First turning 10
the right, third to the lett, then straight on
till you come TO IL!
The belated reveer-Im exsheedingly
'blished. 4 onfdentlaily.) Fact Ish, Pm
Inf CHI f.an
you, can't shee anyshlug ulshtngly tonl'.
(de carrpms against a lampp0st, 10 which
lie cllDas affectionately, as a policeman
emerees from The giocni).
Policeman-Now. then, what are you
doing ere, Ell?
The belated reveler-Iish all ri, p'lish-
man, thi>h gerrlman (pattiDg lamppOst 1
affectionatelyl has kindly promished sbee
me home.
Mr.. Flusters-Hang it! Where's Pea
cock and the br0ugham? (He discovers a
pantheon vehicle by The curb, and gets in
angrily) Now, look here, my dear, It's no
earthly good
Occupant of the brougham twho is not
Fanny)-Coward, touch a defenseless
woman If you dare. l have nothing on
me of any value. Help! Police!
(Mr. FIusters, seeing that explanation Is
useless, let's himself out again, precipi-
tately, lodges the policeman and bolts,
favored Dy Tile log, until all danger OF
pursuit Is passed, at the end of which
time he suddenly realizes that il is per-
fectly hopeless 10 attempt to find his own
carriage again. He grapes his way home,
aud some hours later, after an eXtempor-
lZed cold supper, is rejoincd by his wife.)
Mrs. Fiusters (cheeriuliy)-So IheIe you
are, Marmaduke! | wasn't anxious-I
felt sure you'd find your way back some-
how.
Mr.. Flusters mot in the best of tempers)
Find my way back! 1t was the only thing
| could do. But where have you been ali
this time. Fanny?
Mrs. Flusters = Where? Why, at the
Blewilts, To be sure. You see, after you
got out we had to keep moving on, and by
and by the fog got better and We could see
where we were going to-and the Blewitts
had put of dinner half an hour, so | was
not very late. Such nice dinner |!
Every body turned w except you, Marma-
duke, hut told them how il was. On, and
old lady Horehound was there, and said a
man had actually goi into her brougham
and tried to wrench eff one of her most
valuable bracelets; only she spoke to him
so severely that he was struck with re-
morse, Or something, and got out again.
And it was by the park, close TO where
you left me. just fancy, Marmaduke, he
might have got into the carriage with me
ins.ead!
Mr.. FIusters (gioomingly) Yes. he