The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1898-02-06

settlement in London Carlyle seemed to
hate this dog, and was in the habit or
shoWering abusive eplthets on IT SO m Ilaen
so that every endeavor was made to Keep
1t out of his sight. In order to insure us
having sufficient exercise the postman was
in the habit of taking it with him, by us
mistresss request, on his morning rounds
One day, alas! it was run over and was
brought home sadly injured, and near death.
The sight of it thus hurt affected its master
SO deeply that he shut himself up IN ms
room for the remainder of the day, Tor,
notwithstanding all assertions to the con-
trary, he had dearly loved the dog. IL Car
lyle could thus deceive his wife as to MS
feelings, it was no wonder that he deceived
others, and led them to see only the affec-
tation of indifference that covers deep
feeling, as snow often covers the volcano
This is characteristic OF his nation. TO
betray ones inmost emotions is to Scots
man objectionable and humanity sign OF
weakness.
Having so long struggled to obtain quiet
for her husband Mrs. Carlyle declared that
she had become as sensitive to sounds as
he was Proof of this was not long lack
ing. terrier, belonging to our host, of q
most pacific and friendly nature, happened
to bark a little on the night of her arrival.
Next morning she said she must return
home for night in order to recover from
the effects of sleeplessnesS. ON her reap
pearance the dog was banished 10 sate
distance during the remainder of her visit.
Her carriage came daily that she might
companied her, and thus had an opportunity
of seeing the interior of the house. 1t had
the cOZV. Old-faShiOned ar. winch Is given
by Scottish furniture in middle-class Eng
lish houses. everything seeming too large
for the general proportion. What struck
me most was Mrs. Carlyles bedroom, on the
third floor facing the front on entering
you saw nothing but "a large four-post bed.
with scarlet curtains. 1t had been made for
a large room with high ceiling, such as are
common in Scotland, and it seemed ludic-
rously out of place in this small, low-celed,
London room WheTe tnere wac pately Spdce
to walk round Ii. Fortunately tiny dress
ing room opened off it, so ones mind was
set at rest as to the space needfui for COM
fort.
A GOOD TALKER.
The brightest time for Mrs. Carlyle's talk
was during dinner. Day after day she
poured forth witty stories. most of which L
have almost forgotten; but in any case it
would be dissertation to attempt to repeat
almost any ofsthem. The characteristics of
living men and women were often dashed
off in few pithy words, not without sa-
tirical touches. George Henry Lewes was
not one of her favorites; but noted with
pleasure the way in which she spoke of the
wonderful transformation effected by the
influence on him of George Eliot.
One of her experiences was when visit
ing shoemaker's shop to make a pur>
chase, at the time when sandaled shoes
We're worn, like those represented in the
original Illustrations of Dickens. The san
dals were of black ribbon uncut until the
shoes We're worn by the purchaser at home.
Mrs. Carlyle tried on many shoes, and each
time that Il shoe proved unsuitable, she
unconsciously slung ii on her left arm.
Being at last suited. and. having paid her
phi, she le1t the Shop, ana had walked
little way when she heard a shout behind
her Looking back she saw the shopman
running after her much excited and in
sisting on her returning the stolen shoes.
Looking down she saw. To her surprise. a
number of shoes dangling from her arm.
The man Indignantly asked her name and
address. Her establishment was such that
her name was obliterated for the time from
her memory, and all she could recollect
was her maiden name, Miss Welsh" The
humor in this tale was enhanced to those
who knew her, from its being SO much out
of keeping with her usual shrewdness and
self-possession that none could have pre-
dicted IL of her
Her death scene year later when MIR.
Sylvester" as she named her coachman.
during drive. turned and looked INTO the
carriage-surprsed at receiving no orders
as to route-and saw her sitting lifeless,
with "A pet dog her knee. has often risen
TO my thoughts since that pleasant week
I'm her society.
My strongest impression was of the deep
mutual love evidently sGbsisting between
Mrs. Carlyle and her husband. Every sub
ject we discussed seemed to recall Thoughts
Of him. II the piano were opened his song
of the blue day WAS referred to, or asked
for if any literary man were mentioned. his