Morning journal and courier., 1894-02-24

Weighton Stipples, neither. Straighten
out now, or when you git back hum you'll
weigh coa!!"
Saltwater Stipples' grammar failed him
slightly in moments of emotion; but his
words ever bore the impress of genuine
known such an outburst before. Even
the saucy Olive, whose giggles had gradu-
ally subsidized, sat opposite him with her
pouting lips puckered into round, pretty
o of unfeigned establishment.
you'll he excused now;" said Mr.. Slip
pies to his children after an embarrassing
pause.
The three left the table and the room,
and Dennis attempted to follow them after
offciously showing them out.
"Come here, McCanDl" Dennis at once
vealing itself in his unsteady legs.
"Git somethin' to eat;" blurted Mr..
Stipples.
"Where, sora"
"RIght here" Mr.. Stipples made a
place at his own table, and piling a plate
with food ssid curtly, "Set down." Den
mis- sat down. "Take hold," Dennis took
hold.
''see here, Dennis Mccain, I'm straight
enin' things out"
"That's right, sor."
Isakhg u0lC LII CAuuS
otis fine town, I'm told, sor"
"You're the best driver hada'
''Au O. that, eor."
t'You could hold sire 81 car line longer,
nip another mans cart wheel neater, and
git m ore bushels outen ton of coal than
any other man in my yard9"
"Barrin' yerself, so1; thank ye, sor."
"And when we was gittin' ready for this
trip, you told ne you'd learned Italyun
enought to handle Urun. deliverin' coal
| down in Mulberry Bends"
"Try me on, sor."
"That's what Pve been doin', Dennis.
Shannon in Ireland, and wus just tn boy
to show me the ropes, where the gals
| couldn't, Dennis2'
Dennis McCann's food was beginning to
stick in his throat little, but he brsvely
answered, 'All O. that, sor"
"Well, Dennis Mccain, you're great
driver, but you're no Itslyun. You're a
fine liar, but you're no vally"
The food before him had now lost all its
| SAVIOR to Dennis. As full of the exquisite
| essence of blarney as he might be, he had
the sturdy master he had 80 long served.
| And then-for he saw what was coming,
| as Mr.. Stipples dove into his pocket and
| produced great handful of sovereigns-
the prospect of leaving blue-eyed Rose was
| we'll nigh breaking the poor fellows heart.
he made final venture with,
"Don'5 ye mind tn lashin's of sad
scrapes I've got ye out of on this trip, Mr..
Stipples. so1!"
Mr.. Stlpp!es wrote cramp7dly and Glow.
| ly on one of his buainess cards, while re-
plying, "Yes--the-outsids- Of - 'em
Dennis. You was gen'ally inside of 'em
Al L. H.
"pm straightenin' things out-clean out
Dennis I'm goin' outsn the Italyun ani
the vsly business Here's sixty sov'rint
three hundred dollars; and here's care
to the yard boss. You'll git your Wagon
back if you want it, Pill say goodbye t.
You right now, Dsnnit!'
It was a kindly thing in them both the
Mr.. Stipples reached out his hand and tina
Dennis grs ped 1t affectionstely and wrun,
1t heartily. With pass or two at his eye
Dennis left tna room, but not the Caea Pa
trics at once; for Olive Stipplee, giggling
snorting, compessionating, stamping he
little feet spite.ully, and making ill man
| ner of melo-dramatic movements of q re
bsllious nature, with Rose white faced an,
trembling behind her, had throughout tn
latter part of the parental storm been lie
tenipg furtively at the apartment door,
Mts. Stipples sat through the entir
"straighteniDg out" process with open vim
iagrette and tightly closed eyes. But sh
now meekly arose 8 her husband scrsm
bled to his feet and stretched himself, a
though he had got bad job we'll off hi
hands at last He drew her to the bslco
nv with the effectiveness of young lover
placed two low chairs together within it
led her gently to one, and sat down bssid
her In the other. Then be lit cigar anC
| cd L. fLnrrbkfrIlp Gov
They could both look down the long Ian,
of light and of shadow; of weird, und ula
ting stately facades, wondrously dspplet
in white and gray, and with puce and pur
| pie and orange where the wizard sunligh
fell; with the blue, blue sky above, the II
quid lsva-like waters beneath; and couii
hear the stroke of oar, the siblllant greet
ings of passing gondoliers and the half
hushad voices from the gardens, the cam
pcs and the shsdowy landings below. b
ne6csnt indeed was all the witchiDg spell
for Mr.. Saltwater S,ipples then and there
put his arm quite around his little wife
viniagrette and all, and spoke to her more
tenderly, If less loquaciously, than count
| lees lovers on that very balcony had
| crooned and lisped before.
| "Mirandy, its kinder soothin' T. gil
things straightened out 'cssionally, amt it.
Mirandy, deara'
And Mrs. Stipples nestled closer to his
bard and hardy eide and answered him
tenderly back again wish,
saltwater Stipples, you're one In g
Thousand, as I've always claimed and held!'
Mr.. Saltwater Stipplss, bsing a man Of
affairs, having once disposed of matter,
never gave it the second Thought; and his
entire mental and physical forces were
therefore always ready msrshaled fol
sternest use, for enjoyment or for rest.
Having alsc laid down the lines On which
the Stfpplss family should now move for
ward in Venice, he gave it, in its divisible
| parts and in concrete, none of that nag
gng sort of concern often common to the
beads of families, ard troubled himself
about nothing weightier than the payment
Of his weighty billy. In other words, the
Stipples family gave themselves up to
hearty enjoyment, apporttoned nicely to
each separate Stipples intellect and incli-
nation.
Master Burr Weighton Stipples' mourn
full enjoyment largely consisted In scowl-
of his family. to whose occasional hilarity
he deigped no intrusion of gesture OF
speech; in morbid CONCENTRATIONS of the
| dread piombi and poZzt of the Venetian
inquieition, which he would pace by the
hour. requesting each separate cell to pro-
| vide him with additional celestial fire with
which to burn the thankless oil of his fu.
ture calling; in porting over the Pstrarch
manuscripts in the library in the great
hsll of the Grand Council of the Doges,
which he could no more dscipher than
could Saltwater Supplies; or in standing
upon St. Marks cam psnile and snuoun-
cling in tones loud enough to still the
fiuttering doves around him: "Here !
stand where once Galileo stood" But
these were not altogether vicious occupa-
lions. They employed the young mans
time fully. And they gave the yeasty,
college befuddled gray matter of one mem
her of the Stipples family in Venice a
certain grade of activity far bstter than
none at all.
Miss Venetia Stipples-Venetia, she had
rechristened herself long ago within the
dim cloisters of Vsssar-was for time as
. Crushed lily, clutched and swirled by the
pitilsss eddies of sprins-time freshet of
unsppreciative ignorance. To be deprived
| the tyranny of raving art and medic val
ism and mold to enchained sufferers around
one, robs dilettanteiem of it's supremest
zest. Bitter, If tiny and trucking and
| few, were the tears she shed, as with guide
book in one hand, Ruskin's Stones of
Venice" in another, and delicate lace