The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1898-01-20

got nOthen TO do with me-
With that | walks out. The woman
flies after me-
Bill. Billw she bawls. catching
ho!d of me-
turned and said "What's it yen
want ?"
Here the young 'un began to cry
roaring for mother
whats all this about?" said
Bloomer, coming up from the kitchen
He'd got cold in his head and was
a laying by.
joe answered Mrs BlCOmer
this poor woman has been deserted,
alcng with her child, for nigh upon
six year, and now she says she's found
her man in Mr. William pooley."
I've had almost enough of this
here larking. han't YOU says | to
the woman. Who are yer, and what
dyer want? Yon don't believe I'm
your husband Boomer, s'elp me, Il.
| stand living man. | never was
married, and that woman knows it."
How should she know it?' squawk
ed Mrs. Bloomer, like a gull in a
gale.
Got yer here, Pooley," says Bloc
mer, in voice thick as gruel with
cold
Il was married. cried the woman
at St. Georges, Deal. June q. 1876,
and William pooley was my man 5
name. Simon Dodis was NY father.
had kept hostiIlery. Oh, ma am.
that he can stand there and pretend
not to know or remember. If my
father We're aliVe-he was sailor
then" she sings ont, pointing AT me
Nil you tell me that yer don { re
collect stopping the carriage at the
! Deal Lugger Inn, as we drove from
| the church, and treating the bJatmen ?
Dldn yer likewise stop at the \ az
mouth Packet aud help father await
ing dinner for us--"
tell Yer, | roared oa!, breaking in
To her noise, that 1 don't know yer,
and that | never was hurried, and
/ that you've mistouk your man
! Here BloOmer, -tumpiHg back to
his kitchen, stops at the head Of the
staircase t" cali ont:
Settle it quickly. aud don't make
no noise, for this 'ouse as got a name
| 10 lose. / know what sailors are.
and mubbee it X, and ruubhee ii amt
Lizzie. keep you clear. and if the
| partIesll come to tarms outside it'll
be agreeable, and down he went
Are you going to tell me. Mr.. Poo
! ley. says Mrs. Bloomer. whose face
showed like relish for this shindy.
for all that it was hard as sailors
beef, that there's DO truth in this par
tvs statements
None, yelled, Tor their working
up Of my old iron was a-making me
red hot
And yer tell us, says Mrs. BIoomer,
with a sneer. thar a woman's memory
won't allow her to recognize her huS-
band after six years Of desertion?
He was SIX months old. says the
other, sobbing and pointing to her
boy, when we was left. He sailed in
d ship called the Miranda. I've never
heard of hlm since, but | knew he
was alive. for he desarted at Sydney
and arrived at Liverpool in a ship
called the Simon 'Orkins, and that [
larnt, she screamed. rounding upon
me, from jim Redpath, who has sailed
with yer afore, and came home with
!! yer IN the 'Orkins.
When she had said this | pulled of
my jacket and waistcoat barred my
| arms to the elbows, and. opening my
! starched shirt, | turned unuer that
they might see to the flesh of me.
They yelled aud fell back. thinking l
was going for them. and Boomer
came up stairs again sneezing. Iran
my fingers through my hair. and,
| tlinging open the house door. that the
light of God might shine upon me.
lays hold of the woman aud pulls
her on 10 the doorateps, and sings
| out:
Nov look at me Can yer see ma2
Was this ere chest your William ; :
and | gives my bosom thump. Mas
this ere arm your Nilliam's2
| Yes, she shreks, that was MS craci
fige.
Was this ere face your William's
says !, slapping my forehead and |
| showed ii into her'n, and sings out.
Look again. Look by Gods light.
/ Look ii yonr burned perishing Vii
liam ever had such face uroa him
as mine in all his goin' atishin'2
There was crowd by this time,
and. noticing It, | steps INTO the pas
sage, Iicls up my clothes, and goes
| up stairs.
After TINS | shifted my shanty.
There was nothing to be lost. | al
lowed, by n change of address as they
call it. BY this time All notion of get
ting job ont Of the largest circula-
ton was clean gene. hired a room
III Smith street, Stepney The house
was kept by Mrs. GnmbIe. widow of a
coasting skipper When | paid Mrs
I Bloomer she took my money scorn-
I fully. and think would have spoke.
bat my eye kept her qaiet: my pull
ing of my coat, too. ami hauling of
the lying party IN the pavement. had
done Mrs Bloomer good.
L still carried some pounds in good
money n my pocket, bnt guessed if |
didn't fall in with a situation soon
the old leather purse 'ud be showing
like the end of Il long voyage l an
swered advertisements aud hunted
about; it was all no good-nobody