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

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| told her I'd done so.
| Says she. Though once might be o
no use. twice might work the traverse
Try another paper.
After considering the thing. anC
understanding it might find me ;
chance if it did no more | walked
round to another newspaper with toe
same piece that had appeared in the
corner of the largest circulation. only
instead of signing my name William
PoOiey to it. l took the name Trea
kelI. my mothers name afore hen
marriage, partly because [ reckoned
that as William Pooley I'd had all tbs
innings | was going to get, whilst
Ireakell was like starting on fresh
vOyge. and partly because | didn't
want my name to meet the eye of the
lying party.
And how I'm going to tell You what
| daresay, You'll not believe; but if it
amt true, then my eyes aren t twins
Two days after the piece had appear
ed | returned to Stepney from a
cruise to Regent street. When |
walks in Mrs. Gumble calls out from
her back room: l. that you, Mr.. Poo
ley?
Pooley it is, says |, stopping at the
foot of the steps. She comes out. and
looking hard at me, says: There's
been party, with boy, lnquiring
after You.
Female party? says l.
Yes. she says
What does she want?
She says that her husband left her
when her child WAS SIX months old.
He was seafaring man. His name
was Pooley, says she, looking at me
very hard. He didn't always nsed to
sign on under that mama, and some
times shipped himself as William
Ireakell. l breathed short. 1t was
her mothers maiden name, said Mrs
Gnmble
What brough! her to this house /?
says / talking as if | just had tooth
drawed.
She Is always on the lcokont for
her husband, and read the advertise
mehts in the papers. She saw the
name of Treakeli, and says you're her
man. She described yer. said Mrs
,unble, beginning to talk with sort
Of 7narl there's dnrned sight too
much Of fellow feeling among people
of Mrs. Gnmble's sort.). She gave
me your likeness iii words as though
slit talked with your picture in her
and. She says yer lodged at Mrs
BlrDmer, down out Of the Commercial
Road, and left that house because Sue
di' covered yer
W ell 2 SAWS i.
Wei, says she, she'll be here to
morrow morning al ID o'clock, and
hopes it will he convenient to you 10
see her.
1t will be convenient for mo to see
her in-bnt | stopped myself; the
blooming joke was beyond all cusses.
How IN flames did she know. says !.
that | called my self Treakell9
She asked if the Treakell as lodged
here answered to the description She
gave Of Yer. No Treakell lodges here,
says !, bnt | have party stopping IN
the house as Is the same as you de
scribe. Then his name is Pooley,
says she. Pooley it is, says I, the
surprise making me answer quick.
Then she tells me yer married her at
Deal, and desarted her when your in
tant babe was SIX months old.
| will not see the hedgehog, | burst
ont. She is ten stun o lie from hat
TO heel Don't let me be troubled bv
her. She is not my wife
1Ou won't see her, d'yer say?
Look here. Is there any letter for
me?
Nary letter You wont see her,
d yer say?
Nary letter? | says. It cost me
four bob, and who the blooming bla-
yes Is a going to see it where they
gone and stuck it right amldships of
d whole smother of like notices? If
they takes Yer money why don't they
find Yer IN answers? Damn me if it
amt worse than picking your pocket,
to entlce man to spending four bob,
and never one withered reply ID
two days
So Yer won't see her, then? SAYS
Mrs Gamble, lifting of her eyebrow,
and sourly spreading ofthe lips till
L saw the red of her false teeth at the
back OF her jaw.
| just wished deep down in me that
she had been GumbIe instead of his
Widder, and passed up stairs.
| went II a coffee house for break
fast early next morning. and was Ines
sing about all day looking after Job,
bnt c0'lid get nothing to do, nOl even
down al the docks, though 1 remem-
ber thinking, when it it came to my
turning my eye In that direction, that
if [ was to knock about ships for a
living, Id better go to sea for good.
There was no country fancles in the
Isle of Dogs, no smell of the hay
stack, no scent of the milkmaid in the
breezes there. | went back to my
lodgings in the evening, wore out.
Mrs. Gumbie told me that the party
had called at two o clock along with the
boy; but | wouldn' hear tell Of her.
and went straight to my bedroom and
lay down on my bed to smoke pipe
and 10 consider whether this sort Of
seeking for job wasn't like asking
the way to the work huss
/ lay late next morning, being, as
have said, Wore ont Sides, what
was there TO get up for? OF course
it would be the old Joke over again.
ways of refusing Of a man that was
the same as punching his head, loaf
ing about all day long, coming home
and 10 letters, and wondering if
drowning was as quick as hanging.
l was getting out of led at noon,
when comes a kGock upon the door,
and Mrs. Gumble's voice says, You're
wanted
" hO wants me says l.
An officer OF the court, she answers
L open the door to hear her, and
putting my head out, says, What
court?
The police court, says she.
What does he Want7