The record-union., 1894-02-24

over Mr.. Stipples' clenched and tremb-
ling fist.
Don't please me, Mirandy. Things
has got to straighten right. And you,
you young jackanapes," said Mr.. Stip-
Piles, glaring at Burr Weighton Stipples,
who would have strangled on an orange
from the shock but for Olives timely
hand-clapping in the back of his elon-
gated neck, you that's been pompered
in college, year in and year out, when
your betters was workin' like niggers, so
you could shine in the ministry. Fudge.
siri I've heafn more folderol bout Paul
and th' 'Postles, and ology this and ology
that, and missions and boards and calls,
and sneerin' about what you'd do with
the Pope, if you had your way, and other
cantankerous .jabs at what other folks
hearts is sol on, sence bringin' you along,
than L IL ever let ennybody stuff me with
agin as long as [ live"
MIR. Stipples in the excess of his indig-
nation here arose, lie struck Whlrllng
blow with one huge fist into the other
palm, which turned him around with a
whizz, as Olive giggled under her nap
kin, and sat down in his own chair with
plump, all without once letting go of
his eloquent subject
"4 ou've been bullyraggin' me and
COMM it over your poor mother and
lordin' it over the gals ever since the
minister itch struck the Stipples fam
ily."
Persecution is the life of the saints"
ventured his hopeful son, with an owlish
rolling Of his eyes and groan of tilial
forgiveness.
Don't you cant me sir; not a cant.
Don't you quote Scripter on me, sir; not
quote. Git sense, sir. Git manhood, sir.
Git charity, sir. Every minister livin',
with the love OF God in his heart, III bear
me out that them's the rock bottom
things to git. If you can't git 'em, quit.
II you won't git 'em, Pll turn down one
minister. and his name won't be ReU'
re11d Burr Weighton Stipples, neither.
Straighten out, now, or when you git
back hum you'll weigh coalu"
Saltwater Stipples' grammar failed him
slightly in 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 grad
ually subsided. sat opposite him with her
pOuting lips puckered into a round,
pretty of unfeigned establishment.
"Y QUILL be excused now," said Mr..
Stipples to his children after an embar-
rasSing pause.
The three left the table and the room,
and Dennis attempted to follow them
after otficiously showing them out.
"Come here, McCann!" Dennis at
once ambled back, his trepidation GER
tainly revealing itself in his unsteady
legs.
''Git somethin' to eat." blurted Mr..
Stipples.
Where, sor?"
Fright here" Mr.. Stipples made a
with food said curtly, 'Set downp' Den
mis- sat down. "Take holdr' Dennis took
hold.
"See here, Dennis McCann, Pm
straightenin' things out"
That's right, sor."
Fright here in Vennus"
tits fine town, Pm told, sor."
You're the best driver l had?"
'AlI o. that, sOr."
''You could hold a street-car line long
er, nip another mans cart heel neater,
and git more bushels outen ton of coal
than any other man in my yard?"
''Barrin' yerself, sor. Thank ye, sor."
"And when we was gittin' ready for
this trip you told me you'd learned Ital-
yum enough to handle Urup, deliver1n'
coal down in Mulberry Bend?''
Try me on, sor."
THAT'S what Pve been don', Dem
mis-. And you said you'd been vally to
Lord Shannon, in Ireland, and wus just
th' boy TO show me the ropes, where the
gals couldn't, Dennls?"
Dennis McCann's food was beginning
to stick in his throat little but he
bravely answered, "All o. that, sor."
well, Dennis McCann, you're a great
driver, but you're no Italyun. You're a
fine liar. but you're no vallyn'
The food before him had now lost all its
SAVIOR to Dennis. AS full of the exqui-
site essence of blarney as he might be, he
had a genuine Irishman's genuine atfec-
ton for the sturdy master he had so 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 a final
venture with:
Don't ye mind th' lashin's of sad
scrapes olive got we out of on this trip,
Mr.. Stipples, sor?"
Mr.. Stpples wrote crampedly and
slowly on one of his business cards,
while replying:
"Yes-the-outside- -'em, Dennis.
You was gen'ally inside Of 'em, though,
Dennis" he continued severely, Pm
straightenin' things out-clean out, Dem
mis-. Pm goin' outen the Italyun and the
vally business. Here's sixty sov'rins-
$500; and here's card to the yard boss.
You'll git your wagon back if you want
it. I'll say good-by to you right now,
DenniSp'
1t was kindly thing in them both that
Mr.. Supplies reached out his hand and
that Dennis grasped it atfectionafely and
wrung it heartily. With pass or two at
his eyes Dennis left the room, but not the
Casa Patrice at once, for Olive Stipples,
giggling, snorting, compassionating,
stamping her little feet spitefulIy and
making all manner of melodramatic
movements Of rebellious nature, with
Rose, White-face and trembling behind
her, had, throughout the latter part of
the parental storm, been listening fur
lively at the apartment door.
Mrs. Stlpples sat through the entire
Strengthening outp process with open
viniagrette and tightly-closed eyes. But
she now meekly arose as her husband
scrambled to his feet and stretched him.
self as though he had got bad JOB we'll
off his hands at last. He drew her to the
balcony with the attentiveness of a young
lover, placed two low chairs together
within it, led her gently to one, and sat
down beside her in the other. Then be
lit cigar and pulled at it thoug ghtfully
for awhile.
lane of light and of shadow; of weird,
undulating stately facades, wondrously
dappled in white and gray, and with
puce and purple and orange where the
wizard sunlight fell; with the blue. blue
sky above, the liquid lava like waters
beneath, and could hear the stroke of
oar, the sibillant greetings of passing
gondoliers and the half-hushed voices
from the gardens, the campos and the
shadowy landings below. Beneficent,
} indeed, was all the witching spell, for