Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1894-03-01


chair with q plump; all without once
letting go of his eloquent subject.
you've been hullyraggin' me and
comm it over your poor mother and
lordin' it over tho gals, ever since tho
minister itch struck the Stipples family"
"Pcrsecution is the life Of the saints"
ventured his hopeful son, with an owl
ish rolling of his eyes and groan of
filial forgiveness.
"Don't you cant me, sir; not cant.
Don't you quote scripter on me, sir; not
a quote. Git sense, sir. Git manhood,
sir. Git charity, sir. Every minister
liYin', with the love of God in his heart,
II bear me out that them's the rock
bottom things to git. If you can't git
'em, quit. Ii you won't git EN-, I'll turn
down one minister, and his name won't
be Reverend Burr Weighton Stipples,
neither Straighteu out, now, or when
you git back hum, you'll weigh coal !"
Saltwater Stipples' grammar failed
him slightly liz moments of emotion;
but his words ever bore the impress of
genuine lucidity and force. His family
had never known such an outburst
before. Even the saucy Olive, whose
giggles had gradually subsidized, sat
opposite him with her pouting lips
puckered into round, pretty o of I'M
feigned establishment.
you'll be excused now" said Mr..
Stipples to his children after an embar
RAISING pause.
The three left the table and the room,
and Dennis attempted to follow them
after otficiously showing them out.
"Come here, McCannl" Dennis ut
once ambled back, his trepidation GER
tainly revealing itself in his unsteady
legs.
"Glt somethin' to cat" blurted Mr..
Stipples.
"Where, sor ?"
Fright here" Mr.. Stipples made a
place at his own table, and piling q
plate With food said CURLY, "Set down y
Dennis sat down. "Fake hold !" Dennis
took hold.
"See, here, Dennis Mccain, I'm
straightenin' things out"
That's right, sor."
Fright here in Venus"
ats fine town, I'm told, sor."
"You'rc the best driver | hadl"
"All O. that, sor."
"You could hold q street.car lire
longer, nip another mans cart-wheel
neater, and git more bushels outen
ton of coal, than any other man in my
yard ?'
"Barrin' yerself, sor; thank we, sor."
"And when we was gittin' ready for
this trip you told me you'd learned
ltalyun enought to handle Urup, de-
liverln' coal down in Mulberry Bend p"
TRY me on, sor."
"That's what I've been a doin',
Dennis. And you said you'd been vally
to Lord Shannon, in Ireland, and was
| just tn boy TO show me the ropes, where
the gals couldn't, Dennis ?"
| Dennis McCann's food was beginning
to stick in his throat little, but he
bravely answered, "All o that, sor."
swell, Dennis Mccain, you're a
great driver, but you're no Italyun.
You're fine liar, but you're no vally ~
The food before him had now lost all
its SAVIOR to Dennis. As full OF the ex-
| quisite essence of blarney as he might
be, he had genuine Irishman's genuine
affection for the sturdy master he had
SO long served. And then--for he saw
what was coming, as Mr.. Stipples dove
into his pockets and produced great
handful of soVereigns--the prospect of
leaving ,blue-eyed Rose was well nigh
breaking the poor follows heart. He
made a final venture with,
Don't We mind TIL lashin's of sad
scrapes I've got we out of ON this trip,
Mr.. Stipples, sor9" ...
Mr.. Stipples wrote crampedly and
slowly on one OF his business cards,
while replying, "Yes.-the--outside-ot
-'em, Dennis. You was gen'ally inside
of EN-, though, Dennis" he continued
severely; "Pm stralghtenin' things out
clean out, Dennis. I'm goin' outen the
ltalyun and the yally business. Here's
80 sovrins-$300; and here's card to
the yerd boss. You'll git your wagon
back, if you want it. I'll say good bye
TO you, right now, Dennis ~
1t was kindly thing in them both
that Mr., Supplies reached out his hand
and that Dennis grasped 1t affectionately
and wrung it heartily. With a pass OF
two at his eyes, Dennis left the room
but not the Casa Patrice at once; fol-
Olive Stipples, giggling, snorting, com.
passionating, stamping her little feet
spitefully, and making all manner oil
melodramatic movements of rebellious
nature, with Rose Ghite-faced and
trembling behind her, had throughout
the latter part of the parental storm
been listening furtively at the apart.
ment door.
Mrs. Stipples sat through the entire
Strengthening OUT process with open
viniagrette and tightly closed eyes. Bur
she now meekly arose as her husband
scrambled TO his feet and stretched him
self, as though he had got bad job wei
off his hands at last. He drew her to the
balcony with the effectiveness of Q
young lover; placed two low chairs
together within it; led her gently te
one, and sat down beside her in the
other. Then he lit a cigar and pulled al
it thoughtfully for awhile.
They could both look down tho Ions
lane OF light and of shadow; of weird
undulating stately facades, wondrously
dappled in white and gray and witt
puce and purple and orange where the
wizard sunlight fell; with the blue, blut
sky above, the liquidlava like water,
beneath; and could hear the stroke o.
oar, the sibillant greetings of passins
gondoliers and the half-hushed voice.
from the gardens, the campos and tn,
shadowy landings below. Beneticen
indeed was all the witching spell; fol
Mr.. Saltwater Stipples then and ther,
put his arm quite around his little wife
viniagrette and all, and spoke to he
more tenderly, if less loquaciously, thar
countless lovers on that very balcony
had crooned and lisped before.
"Mirandy, its kinder soothin' t. gi
things Strengthened out, 'casionally
amt it, Mirandy, dear?"
And Mrs. Stipples nestled closer to hi
hard and hardy side and answered hin
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