The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-07-07
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS. ONCE UPON A TIME.
BY EDGAR L. wAKEMES.

tance. Particularly Mrs. Tiilmar Plumley.
 "It's go up or go down. Tiilman!" sh' would remark in little bursts of asthma and enthusiasm to her husband.
 "Yes, cynthy Ann," he usually re piled with a start, as though caugh, in the reasonable act of dropping back in the worldly race. q believe you are right. But you are a woman of remarkable vigor. You never gel tired, Cynthy Ann"
 Hired? Gettin' tired Is getting be- hind, Tillman. There's no half way work about Twin. Anybody that sets still gets run over and fattened out Keep pushin'. Tillman!"
 "You are always right, Cynthy Ann I hope sometime. though" he would of' ten faYntly urge, i've can get a bis ot rest. sometimes think. Cynthy Ann rests better than being governor or president.
 "Oh, that's the man of itv' Mrs. Till man Plumley would indignantly retort. "That's jess the man of 1t. Always gig gin back! Always layin' down! Always nuittin'".
 Don't, Cynthy Ann"
 Don't don't me, Tillman Plumley Don't don't me. You was jess farmer first. You'd stayed farmer, but for mel When jestice of the peace. You'd stayed jestice but for me! Then, jedge. You'd stayed jedge but for me. Then mem- tber of the legislatur. You'd stayed member, but for me. Then, state sena- tor-all through my toilin' an manag- in, an savin'. an scrimpin'-an', if you had your way you'd stay senator, when you could go to congress, or be governor or mebbe president himself! My feelin's is nothin'-Oh, no, of course not; no, no, no!'
 Then Mrs. Tillman Plumley would
  always left her in a state and brought tender concern into Tillman Plumley' honest eyes and great veins into Till man Plumley's forehead; and the ris- ing man would plunge forth into the cursed game of American politics as recourse of a lesser evil than smile Jess, thankless home.
 A home under these conditions, through the exquisite law of compen- Hation, is usually rich and impressive in its secondary crop of human growth; and Tillman Plumley's home was no exception to the rule.
 There were Victoria Geraldine, aged four; Ramsey Ulmar, aged six; Anne Elizabeth, aged eight; Bulwer Lyt- ton, aged ten; Grace Genevieve, aged twelve, and Robert-plainly christened before the years of affluence and in- fluence had come; all save the latter, a shy, quiet, thoughtful youth of eight cen, vigorous savages of the modern sort.
 They've got go in 'em, Tillman; all but Robert" Mrs Tillman would urC, with kindling eyes, when their various brutaliies came to notice. Rob- ert'Il never be nobody, with his 'lectric apparatuses and all that bosh. To much like his father. No backbone"
 Again, when the young Plumley fiends would set upon some defenceless nurse and drive her from the place, the Ambitious mother would croodle them upon her asthmatic breath with,
 "What's nurses to children with scch spirit!'
 Nurses is nobody!" they would chor- us approvingly.
 Nurses shan't abuse my poor dear les shall they preciouses? Not even If your cruel brother an father is on their Hide"
 All this, as though brother and fa- ther had melted the vicious nurse to se- cret child torture; whereupon MT. Till man Plumley would retire to write out : an advertisement for another nurse; Robert would steal away, white-faced and silent, wondering if all homes were like his own; and the Plumley child rabble would in turn roar their various intentions toward the next nurse who should be doomed to brief existence among them. In this instance 1t fell to the lot of lit. tie Dora Brice.
 Away up among the New England hills she had lived her brief days, for she was scarcely seventeen years of age, with an old grandmother dis tant relative of MT. Tillman Plumley.. When the last peace had come upon' Grandma Brice, little Dora for the first time turned her face toward the great world wonder1ngly.
 Some one had written the Plumley's; about her. Kihd-hearted Tillman Plum ley showed the letter to his wife and wondered if they could not give the girl a home.
 "Not as ekal, Tillman. If as nurse, yes. Mebby she could earn her keep" So it was settled that little Dora Brice should come from the old New England hills to the hills behind the Hudson; and when Tillman Plumiey met her at the station and saw what a., mite of thing she was, his heart smote him for what he knew was be- fore her.
 You see Dora," began the eminent man when they had set out for his home together, "our children are rath-, er-rather forward, Public life is a lit- tie hard on home life;. and Mrs. Plum ley, while the best woman in the world, of course, is a trif1e easy with the chill dren. Now, Dora, don't you think you can win them over?" -.~
 "Sure, sure, MT. Plumley.. Why, I know worlds of lovely stories and tales.