The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-12-20

following inscription in dingy gilt let
ters Jobs Hotel, Penleven. Visitors
Book. ]. Job, Proprietor"
Standing there beneath the skylight,
l turned its pages over, wondering
vaguely how the visitors book of Il
small provincial hotel had found it's
way into that drawer. 1t contained
the usual assortment of conventional
praise and vulgar jocosity
'Mr. and the Hon. Mrs. Smith, of
Hudderfield, cannot speak too highly
of Mrs. Jobs ham and eggs.-Sep. 15,
1881"
Arrived wet through after 15-mile
tramp along the coast; but, thanks
to Mr.. and Mrs. Job, was soon steam
ing over comfortable fire.-John and
Annie Watson, March, 1882"
Note appended by a humorist:
Then you sat on the hob, suppose" :"
There was the politely patronizing
entry:
Being accustomed to Wolverhamp-
ton, l am greatly pleased with this
coast.-F b. W.
The poetical effusion:
"Majestic spot! Say, doth the sun in
Heaven
Behold aught to equal thee, washed
Penleven?" etc.
Lighter verse;
Here came to take my ease"
(Old joke in margin by another hand:
"Shall I not ache my knees at mine
inn?O
"Agreeably disappointed to find no fl
Mrs. Job, your bread and butter
as quite too utterly, utterly utter!
~. Harper, June, 8, 1885,"
The contemplative mans ejacula-
tion:
at is impossible on viewing these
cyclopean cliffs, to repress the thought,
How great is nature, how little man.
Notes in various hands: $50 it is,
old chap! Try Hudson's EXtract"' and
a reproof: Shut up! can't you see he's
sufferingw
The last entry was brief one:
-. M&cGuire, Liverpool; Sept. 2,
1886"
Twilight forced me to close the book
and put it back in is place AS I did
so | glanced UP involutarily towards
the skylight as if | half expected to
find pair Of eyes staring down on me.
Yet the book contained nothing but
these mere trivialities. Whatever my
apprehension, l was, as j. Harper
would have said, agreeably disap-
pointed. l climbed on deck again, re-
locked the hatch replaced the tarpau-
lins, jumped into the boat and rowed
hOmewards. Though the tide favored
me it was dark before I reached Mr..
Dewy's quay door. Having, with
some difficulty, found the frape,
made the boat fast. l groped my way
across the back premises and out into
the gaslit streets and so to the Ship
inn, a fair dinner and a sound nights
sleep.
At 10 o'clock next morning I called
on Messrs Dewy &AMoss. Again Mr.
Dewy received me, and again he apol-
ogiZed for the absence of his partner
who had caught an early train to at
tend wrestling match at the far end
of the county. Moss was becoming
immense) Mr.. Dewy showed me the
sails, gear, cushions, etc, of the Siren
Everything was in surprising condi.
ness, and added:
81 suppose you have all the yachts
papers?"
He stroked his chin, bent his head tc
one side and asked: "Shall you require
them?"
"Of course" said. "The transfer
must be regular. We must have hel
certificate of registry at the very least
I'm that case l had better write ant
get them from my client"
'"Is she not resident here?"
II don't know" he said, that
ought to tell you. But see no harm
you are evidently, sir, a bona fidt
purchaser. The ladys name is CARING
ford-a widow-resding at present il
Bristol"
"Ths is annoying" said L; but i
she lives somewhere near the Temple
Mead station, 1 might skip trair
there and call on her. She herself de
sired no delay, and / desire it just a!
little. But the papers are necessary.
After some little demur, he gave M
the address and we parted At tn
door turned and asked: "By the way
who was the fellow on board the Sire
last night as I rowed up to her?'
He gave me a stare of genuine sur
prise. "A man on board? Whoever h
was, he had mo business there. looI
after the yacht myself.
Dewy's versatility was uncanny.
fled to the railroad station. Sooi
after six that evening I knocked a
Mrs. Carlingford's lodgings in an un
attractive street Of Bedminster, tina
unattractive suburb. A small mai
opened the door, took my card, am
showed me into a small sitting-roon
ON the ground floor. l looked abou
me-a round table, a horsehair couch
a walnut sideboard with glass panels
a lithograph of John Wesley being res