The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-02-25


uine lucidity and force. His family had
| never known such an Outburst be-
4 fore. Even the saucy Olive, whose gig
| ges had gradually subsidized, sat OPP
posite him with her pouting lips puckered
into round, pretty o OF unteigned aston
ishmeut.
You'll be excused now" said Mr.. Slip
pies to his children, after an emOarrass-
ing pause.
The three left the table and the room,
! and Dennis attempted to follow them,
after obviously showing them out.
Come here, McCann!' Dennis at once
ambled back, his trepidaton certainly re-
vealing itself in his unsteady legs.
Cit sOmethin' to eat" blurted Mr..
Stipples.
/ Where, sor2'
Fright here" Mr. Stipples made a
place at his own table, and piling plate
with food, said CURLY, Set DOWN. Den
mis- sat down. Take hold" Dennis took
! hold.
"See, here. Dennis Mccain, Pm
straightenin' things out"
That's right, sor."
Right here in Vennus."
Its fine town, I'm told, sor."
you're the best driver | had2"
"All O. that, sor"
| "You could hold street car line longer,
nip another mans cart wheel heater,
and git more bushels outen a ton of
coal, than any other man in my yard"
"Barrin' yerself, sorr thank We, sor."
! "And when we was gittin' ready for
this trip, you told me you'd learned Ital-
yum enought TO handle Urup, deliverin'
coal down in Mulberry BendE"
Try me on, sor."
That's what I've been doin', Dennis.
And you said you'd been vally to Lord
shannon, in ireland, and wus just tn boy
to show me the ropes, where the gals
couldn't Dennisl"
Dennis McCann's food was beginning to
stick in his throat little, but he bravely
answered, "All o. that, sor"
| well, Dennis Mccain, you're great
| driver but you're no Italyun. You're a
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
genuine Irishman's genuine affection for
the sturdy master he has so long served.
! And then-for he saw what was coming,
| as Mr. Stipples dove into his pocket and
| produced great handful of sovereiPns-
| the prospect of leaving blue-eVed
| Rose was well nigh breaking the poor
! fellows heart. He made a final venture
! with,
scrapes I've got We out of this trip, MIR.
! Stipples, sorl"
Mr.. Stipples wrote crampedly and
slowly on one of his business cards, while
! replying: "Yes-the-outside- of-'em
! Dennis. You was gen ally inside of 'em,
though! Dennis" he continued severely,
Pm straightenin' things out-clean out,
Dennis. I'm goin' outen the Italyun and
the vally business. Here's sixty sov'rins
three hundred dollars; and here's a
card to the yard boss. You'll git your
wagon back, if you want it. I'll say good
| by to you right now, Dennis!"
| 1t was kindly thing in them both that
| Mr.. Stipples reached out his hand and
that Dennis grasped it affectionately and
wrung it heartily With a pass or two
at his eyes, Dennis left the room, but not
the Casa Patrice at once; for Olive Slip
! pies, giggling, snorting, compassionatng,
stamping her little feet spitefully and
making all manner of melodramatic move
ments of a rebellious nature, with Rose
| white-faced and rembling behind her,
had. throughout the latter part of the
parental storm, been listening furtively
at the apartment door.
Mrs. Stipples sat through the entire
strengthening out" 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 well
/ off his hands at last. He drew her to the
! balcony with the attentiveness of young
| lover; placed two low chairs together
within it; led her gently to one, and sat
! down beside her in the other. Then he
| lit cigar and pulled at it thoughtfully
| for awhile.
They could both look down the long
! lane of light and of shadow of weird, I'M
dulating stately facades, wondrously dap
pied 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 be-
Meath; and could hear the stroke of oar,
the sibilant greetings of passing Condo
| liers and the half-hushed voices from the
! gardens, the CampoS and the Shadowy
| landings below. Beneficent indeed was
all the witching spell for MIR. Saltwater
/ Stipples then and there put his arm quite
around his little wife, viniagrette and all,
| and spoke to her more tenderly, if less To-
/ quaciously, than countless lovers on that
very balcony had croOned and lisped be-
/ fore.
"Mirandy, its kinder soothin' t. git
| things Strengthened out, 'casionally, amt
| it, Mirandy, dear"
! And Mrs. Sipples nestled closer to his
| hard and hardy side and answered him
! tenderly back again with,
/ Saltwater Stipples, you're one in a
| thousand, as I've always claimed and
/ heidi"
| Mr.. Saltwater Stipples, being a man of
/ Affairs having once disposed of "A matter
| never gave it the second thought; and
/ his entire mental and physical forces
| were therefore always ready marshaled
/ for sternest use, for enjoyment or for
/ rest. Having also laid down the lines on
/ which the Stipples family should now
/ move forward in Venice, he gave it, in its
divisible parts and in concrete, none of
/ that nagCing sort OF concern often com
anon TO the heads of families, and troubled
[ himself about nothing weightier than the
payment of his weighty bills. In other
/ words, the Stipples family gave them
/ selves up to hearty enjoyment, appor-
toned nicely TO each separate Stipples
Intellect and inclination.
Master Burr Weight ton Stipples' mourn
/ full enjoyment largely consisted in a
/ scowling and impressive silence in the
| presence of his family, to whose occa-
/ sonal hilarity he deigned no intrusion Of
| gesture or speech; IN morbid contempla-
| tons of the dread piombi and polzi of the
/ Venetian Inquisition, which he would
/ pace by the hour, requesting each sep
4 arate cell to provide him with additional
celestial fire with which to burn the
/ thankless oil of his future calling; in
/ porting over the Petrarch manuscripts in
| the library in the great hall of the Grand
/ &c lucil of the Doges. which he could no
more uecipher than could Saltwater Slip
! pies or in standing upon St. Marks cam
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