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


backing and pretending to scout the
la2zaroni, she had congregated as test
Of her new paron's or masters liberality,
away, and grinning her interested well
come, while showing the most flashing
set OF teeth that were ever polished on
brittle Chioggian bread.
"What a glorious relic Of q once glori-
GUS past! gasped Venetia, as she sprang
with Dennis assistance to the palace
landing.
(Which does she 'mane-these sassa-
fras thralnps or TIL Tombs we're In for?"
muttered Dennis under his breath with
a sly wink at Rose.
"Don't SO on so, Venep' sputtered
Olive, giving the swarthy ragamuiiins
back their grins and giggles, while
pinching one little urchin's pink ear and
telling him to go home to his mommy
and get some new panties, there's a
dear.
Rose bounded lightly out OF tile craft,
her blue eyes timidly searching the
faces of the strange throng as If for
friendly look, and then began heroically
upon the lighter luggage.
Come, mother" said Mr.. Stipples
tenderly enough. "Here we are. Classy
Patrlssy, you know. Jess give me the
vinegar bottle a minute, and cheer up,
do, till We git outen this pesky gon.
doler," 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, whereupon her eyes and lips
opened with chirpy ooh, Stillwaterl"
while Master Stipples, still adhesive to
his cane and Kodak, raised bis eyes
solemnly, pumped the cane out of his
mouth long enough to murmur, "Won-
derfull wonderful !" pumped it in
again, and in funeral procession of one
strobe silently after his mother and
sisters; leaving Rose and Mr.. Stipples,
ably superintendent as usual by Dennis,
in the intervals of threatened salies
upon the onlookers, to pay the Condo
llers their hire, fling little coin to the
rabble, and at last get the luggage
slowed within the gloomy entrata.
Then saltwater Stipples, with sharper
injunctions to Dennis than he had ever
before given, numbered up the Shiny
marble stairs, wondering in his simple,
sturdy heart what honest folk ever left
| good homes to he bullied and discom-
fitted in Europe for, and thoroughly de-
termined, as he put it to his good wife
whom he found deserted by the chill
dren and seated patiently with closed
| eyesand open viniagrette upon bronze
| griffin in the balcony entrance of
cherries apartment above, "to straighten
things right out"
Dennis McCann, 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 il worried him.
Thin Caseys wor always thramps,
thin," he would mutter, eyeing the
plate askance. Then he would shoulder
another trunk or portmanteaI, ascend
with 1t to the loggia, whistle softly and
ruminatiyely, walk gingerly back and
forth in front of the entrata plate, and
stop before it with, "Casey Patrick
Patrick Casey Pat Casey ?"
| Another piece or two of the luggage
would disappear with Dennis. He
would return, peep outside again, NUT
ter "Pat Casey, is itp" return to his
labor, and finally when done, he planted
himself squarely in front of the OBJ
noxious name and metal, and burst
forth with, "Tear an ages, that me eyes
ever opened on the like o. thatr' Here
| he cuffed the pate sopndly with his hat.
"Pat Casey, is it, thin2 Swate bad luck
to tn shamer o. tn auld sod, that III
hide his name wild Vaynayshum dis
guises May the howly Innocents-"
| "Dennis, Dennis, dear; what's ailin'
ye?" whimpered Rose, suddenly APP
pearing beside him. Don't be a gom,
Dennis, with tn whole family goin'
mad with this an with that, an trouble
brewin' for you, Dennis, dear, upstairs.
Dennis, oh Dennis ~ sobbed Rose, 9TH
aud mans done with We, Dennis
You're-to-be discharged Och, avec
wbatll do all alone with 'em, mad an
stormin' like Kerry bailiffs, here in this
Vaynus bog"
discharged, is it? By TIL siven
sinses, I'll not lave We, suiliish machree!
I'll go, but I'll stay. III"
But here a stentorian voice from the
dim upper regions of the palace sum-
moned Rose, who with tender,
cautionary, "Haye an eye out, thin
Dennis, dear ~ scampered up the stairs;
While Dennis Mccain, somewhat crest.
fallen, but with parting kick at the
Casey family's latinized doorplate
meekly tiptoed after her.
He found the Stipples family at
luncheon, cherry little luncheon OF
bread and fruit, and wine, and savory
stewed meats, which the discreet Elena
had provided with daintiest skill, but
the cunning eye of Dennis Mccain
detected the gathering storm in Mr..
Stipples' red and angry 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
owners hand sought the viniagrette.
"See here, folks!" Mr.. Stipples never
said 'folks" to his family, unless his
intentions were imminent and decisive.
"Soe 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 pic
lures and then closed her ewes like hel
mother. "You, Venetia 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 lunatic when you
are alone by yourself, if you want to
but let right up where mother m me be
We want peace. We're agoin' to have it
We're goin' to begin to have il RICH
here, in Venus. too"
"Stillwater-please?n whimpered Mrs
Stipples, as solitary little tear trickle(
from Miss Yenetia's nose, while he
own disengagad hand almost nnthetic