Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1898-03-04

been alone for nigh six year Look at
your child. It's me as has fed him and
done for him, or where'd he be? Don't
say you don't know me. never expect
ed that.
And here, letting go of my arm, she
buries her face and lets fly all her
nerves in screenings.
"Why don't you comfort her?" says
Mrs. Bloomer.
"Why on'tyou2" says 1. "She's got
nothing to do with me-"
With that walks out. The woman
flies after me.
"Bill, Billr' she bawls, catching hold
of me-
turned and said, "What's it you
want?"
Here the young I'm began to cry, roar
ing for mother.
whats all this about?" says
Bloomer, coming up from the kitchen.
He'd got cold in his head and was
a-lying by.
"Joe, answered Mrs. Bloomer, "this
poor woman has been deserted along
with her child for nigh upon six year,
and now she says she's found her man
in Mr.. William Pooley."
1--WE had almost enough Of this here
larking, hain't your" says to the wom-
an. "Who are you and what d you want?
You don't believe I'm your husband.
Bloomer, s'elp me, as l stand living
man, never was married, and that
woman knows it. "
How should she know it?" squawked
Mrs. Bloomer like gull in a gale.
"Got you there, Pooley," says Bloom
er i'll voice thick as Cruel with cold
81 was married." cried the woman,
Eat st. Georges, Deal, June 81, 1876,
and William Pooley was my man {
name. Simon Dadds was my father and
kept hostillery. Oh, ma am, that he
can stand there and pretend not to
know nor remember If my father were
alive-he was sailor then, " she sings
out, pointing at me. "Will you tell me
that you don't recollect stopping the
carriage at the Deal Lugger inn as we
drove from church and treating the
boatmen? Didn't you likewise stop at
the Yarmouth Packet and keep father
awaiting dinner for u.s.
II tell you," reared ont, breaking
in to her noise, THAT don know you,
and that never was married, and that
you've mistook your man."
Here Bloomer, stumping back to his
kitchen, stops at the head of the stair
case to call out:
Settle it quickly, and don't make nC
&c. . Ia. .
lose. know what sailors are, anC
mubbee it is and mubbee it amt. Liz
zie, keep you clear, and if the parties
come to farms outside it'll be agree
able" And down he went.
Are you going to tell me, Mr.
Pooley." says Mrs. Bloomer, who's,
face showed relish for this shindy, 70,
all that it was as hard as sailors beef
THAT there's no truth in this party +
statements
"None," yelled, for their working
up of my old iron was a-making IN,
redhot.
"And you tell u.s." says Mrs Bloom
er, with sneer, THAT woman
memory won't allow her to recogniz,
y
| tion?"
"He was months old ;" says tn,
other, sobbing and pointing to her boy
"when we was left. He sailed in shiI
| called the Miranda. I've never heard o
him since. but knew he was alive, TO
he desarted at Sydney and arrived a
Liverpool in ship called the Simon
| o,,1 81 I iel 4
rounding upon me, from Jim Red
path, who had sailed with you afore ant
came home with you in the 'Orkins."
When she had said this, pulled of
my jacket and waistcoat, barred my arm
TO the elbows, and, opening my starche,
shirt, turned it under, that they nigh
see to the flesh of me. They yelled an,
fell back thinking l was going 70
them, and Bloomer came up stair
again. sneezing. 1 ran my finger
through my hair, and, flinging open tn
house door, that the light of God
which the minister says is the truth it
self, might shine upon me, lays hol,
of the woman and pulls her on to tn
doorsteps and sings out:
Nov look at me. Can you see me
Wss this ere chest your William So
And I gives my bosom a thumb. eva
this ERE arm your william So"
Yes" she shrieks, THAT was hi
crucitige."
"Was this ere face your William S?
says l, slapping my forehead, and
shoves it into her'n and sings out
"Look again. Look by Gods light
Look, if your burned perishing Williar
ever had such face upon him as min
In all his goin a-ishin."
There was a crowd by this time anC
noticing it, l steps into the passage
picks up my clothes and gees up stairs
After this shifted my shanty. Their
was nothing to be lost, allowed, by
change of address, as they call it. b
this time all notion of getting job OF
of the largest circulation was clean gone
l hired room in Smith street, Stepney
The house was kept by Mrs. Gumbl'
widow of a coasting skipper. When
paid Mrs Bloomer, she took my none
scornfully, and 1 think would hay
spoke, but my eye kept her quiet. NJ
pulling off my coat, too, and hauling
the lying party on to the pavement ha
done Mrs. Bloomer good
still carried some pounds in goo
money in my pocket, but guessed if
didn't fall in with a situation soon I'll
old leather purse 'ud be showing liz
the end of long voyage. answert
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