The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-02-25
The STIPPLES FAMILY In venice.
by EDGAR 1. WAKEMAN.
*CCopyright, 1894. Al

/ r1Ous p2Sti' gaSped Nenetla, rs she
/ sprang with Dennis assistance 10 the
( palace landing.
! (Which does she mane-these sassafras
tramps or tn Tombs we're in FORE NUT
/ tered Dennis under his breath with a sly
wink at Rose.
Don't go on 50, Venei :" sputtered Olive,
/ giving the swarthy raCamu1ins back their
( grins and giggles, while pinching one lit
tie urchin's pink ear and telling him TO 20
home TO his mommy and get some new
: panties, there's dear.
Rose bounded lightly out Of the craft,
her blue eyes timidly searching the faces
I of the strange throng as if for friendly
look, and then began heroically upon the
lighter luggage.
Come, mother" said Mr.. Stipples ten
/ derby enough "Here we are. Classy
! Patrissy, you know Jess give me the
/ vinegar bottle minute, and cheer up, do,
till we git outen this pesky gondOler;"
with which the really kind hearted but
sadly travel badgered New York coal
dealer lifted his limp little wife to the
] traghetto, set her upon her feet where
J upon her eyes and lips opened with
| chirpy "Oh, Saltwater" while Master
! Stipples, still adhesive to his cane and
Kodak, raised his eyes solemnly, pumped
! the cane out of his mouth long enough to
murmur, Wonderful wonderful"
pumped it in again. and in a funeral pro
/ cession of one sJrOde silently after his
I mother and sisters leaving Rose and Mr.
! Stipples, ably superintendent as usual by
/ Dennis, in the intervals of threatened
sallies upon the onlookers, to pay the gon-
! doliers their hire, fling little coin TO the
rabble, and at last get the luggage slowed
/ within the gloomy entrata.
/ Then Saltwater Stipples, with sharper
iniunctions to Dennis than he had ever
/ before given, lum bered up the Shiny mar
] hIa afaire aripo in eli
sturdy heart whatRhonest folk ever left
! good homes to be bullied and discounted
/ in Europe for, and thoroughly determined,
/ as he put it to his good wife, whom he
! found deserted by the children and seated
| patiently with closed eyes and open vinia-
| grette upon bronze griffin in the balcony
| entrance of a cherries apartment above,
| Ito straighten things right out"
! Dennis Mccain, after various on
slaughts upon the Venetian populace
below, had the luggage and the entrata
all to himself. While getting the former
to the loggia above, his eye fell on the
| huge brass doorplate of the ancient palace
with its legend, Casa Patrice, and it wor-
ried him
"Thim Caseys wor always thramps,
| thin" he would mutter, cycling the plate
askance. Then he would shoulder an
other trunk or portmant eau, ascend with
it to the loggia whistle softly and rum
inatively, walk gingerly back and forth in
front of the entrata plate, and stop before
it with Casey Patrickl Patrick Caseyi-
Pat Casey2"
Another piece or two of the luggage
would disappear with Dennis. He would
return, peep outside again, mutter Pat
Casey, is it," return TO his labor, and
finally when done, he planted himself
squarely In front Of the obnoxious name
and metal, and burst forth with, Tear
] -, i
like o. thatP' Here he cufed the plate
soundly with his hat "Pat Casey, is it,
thinl Swate bad luck to tn shamer o.
tn auld sod, that IL hide his name wild
| Vaynayshum DISCUSSES May the howly
innocents-"
Dennis, Dennis, dear; what's ailin'
| ye3n whimpered Rose, suddenly appear
ing beside him Don't be gom, Den
mis-, with TIL whole family goin mad
with this an with that, an trouble
brewin' for you, Dennis, dear, upstairs.
Dennis, oh Dennis :" sobbed Rose, "th'
auld mans done with ye, Dennis. You're
-to-be-discharged Och, avec! what'll
do all alone with EN-, mad an stormin'
like Kerry bailifs, here in this Vaynus
bOgn'
Discharged is it, By tn siven sinses,
I'll not lave We, suillish machree I'll go,
but I'll stay. Pill
But here a stentorian voice from the
dim upper regions of the palace sum
moned Rose, who with tender, caution
airy, Have an eye out, thin Dennis,
dearln scampered up the stairs; while
but with parting kick at the Casey
family's Latinized doorplate, meekly
tiptoed after her
He found the Stipples family at lunch
con, a CHEEKY little luncheon of bread
and fruit, and wine, and savory stewed
meats, which the discreet Elena had pro-
vlded with dantiest skill, but the cum
ming eye of Dennis Mccain detected the
7 gathering storm in Mr. Stipples' red and
angcy face. The Stipples family were
munching their food in silence
suddenly Mr.. Stipples pushed back his
chair Three pairs of eyes opened very
wide and one pair closed, while its own
er's hand sought the viniagrette
''See here, folks" Mr.. Stipples never
said folks to his family, unless his in
tentiOns were imminent and decisive
See here, folks!" repeated Mr.. Stipples
hotly; things has gone on long enough
I'm goin' to straighten 'en out; right
now; here; this minute"
You, Venetia Stipples, miss Slip
pies gave gasp and little start, folded
her hands like the martyrs in the pictures
and then closed her eyes like her mother.
You, Nenetia Stipples have got to quit
your COINS on about art and all that.
right straight. I'm tired on it,; sick on
it. Go it like a lunatic when you are
alone by yourself, ii you want to; but let
right up where mother n me be. We
want peace. We're agoin' TO have it.
/ We're goin' to begin to have it right here,
/ in Venus, toon'
! "Stillwater-pleasel" whimpered Mrs.
/ Stpples, as a solitary little tear triclSled
/ from Miss Venetia's nose. while her own
! disengaged hand almost pathetically
/ crept over Mr. Stipples' clenched and
/ trembling fist
Don't please me- Mirandy. Things
/ has got to straighten right out. And you,
/ you young jackanapes, " said MIR Stipples,
/ glaring al Burr Weighton Stipples, who
/ would have strangled on an orange from
! the shock, but for Olives timely hand
/ clapping in the back of his elongated
/ neck, you that's been pOmpered ia col
| lege, year in and year out, when your
/ betters was workin' like niggers, so YOU
/ could shine in the ministry-Fudge, sir
/ I've hearn more felderol bout Paul and
/ thi 'Postles. and ology this. and ology
! that. and missions this and boards aud
! calls and sneerin' about what you'd do
| with the pope, if you had your wav, and
/ other cantankerous jabs a what other
/ folks heart is sot on, sence briugin you
along, than IN ever let ennybody stuff
me with agin as long live.
Mr.. Slpples in the excess Of his indig