Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1898-05-19

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VTOU would not have dignifed him
with the description of a '4ittle"
man. Little is no word to convey an
idea of the lack OF size. He was ride
ulously, fooiishly small-diminutive,
fraiI and utterly insignificant in APP
pearance. He could not have stood
more than four feet six; and he was
Slight in proportion. But his face
wore look of preternatural gravity,
You might have imagined that upon his
shoulders-had he any shoulders to
speak of-rested the cares of an en-
pire. He looked like a boy masqerad-
ing with the head and face OF Il man re-
duced in size so as to suit his Juvenile
body. And the solemnity of his fea-
lures was intensified by his clothing,
which was of the most funereal type.
He was dressed in a suit of black, with
black hat, black tie, and even black cuff
buttons; and he carried 4 blackthorn
stick, almost as big as himself.
In most people you can trace re-
semblance to some animal, or bird, or
fish, if you are gifted with any magma
ton at all; and this man reminded me
very forcibly of jackdaw. he had
retreating chin and prominent nose,
which, in profile, looked very much like
q bill. Then he had peculiar way of
cooking up one Of bis little, ferrety eyes
and looking at you out of the corner
of it, just as a jackdaw does.
When L heard him speak found that
his voice was as weak and insignificant
as his general appearance. 1t was
mean kind of voice. don't know how
otherwise to describe it.
1 suppose if I had met the little man
On the street might have turned round
for q second to look after him, and then
gone on about my business, without
troubling my head any more about him.
But [ was so placed that had nothing
to do for some minutes but watch the
nanikin; and the consequence was that
1 did trouble my head about him. lie
seemed to fascinate me. l could not
take my eyes off him. And after had
looked at him for some time feeling of
irritability seemed to come over me. l
felt curious longing TO pick him up
between my finger and thumb and drop
him overheard into the dock.
For it was on board an ocean liner
thatImetthis miniature piece ofhuman-
ity. 1 was waiting for the vessel to
sail, on her voyage to New York. My
diminutive friend was on the deck, APP
parentIy taking leave Of lady pas
senger. While he was, perhaps, 40
years of age, l judged her to be about
%; and she was woman of normal
size and pleasant appearance-so differ
ent from her companion.
He looked so little, so utterly i'm
practicable, that there seemed to be no
reason, no necessity, nor any excuse for
his existence at all. And he had, with
all his portentuous solemnity, a certain
deprecating expression; his lips were
continually twitching with nervous
kind of movement, as though he We're
framing an apology for being alive at
all.
At last came the signal for all
strangers to go ashore.
well good-by, mydear," said the lit
tie man, standing on tiptoe to kiss the
lady, and speaking in that irritatingly
piping voice of his. GIVE my love
to" but the finish of the sentence was
lost to me as he was hustled off the
boat.
I watched him go down the gangway
and then stand at the dockside.
At last the vessel swung loose from
her mornings; and as she moved slowly
out into the AIersey the last saw of my
little friend with his black suit, black
hat, black tie, black cuff buttons and
general undertaker's air was his way
ing a farewell salute to the lady pas
senger with bIack-bordered handker-
chief.
When I turned back to look at the lady
I saw there were tears in her eyes; and
then it occurred to me that the frail
understood fellow was better off than 1;
for there was no eye to moisten at my
departure from Liverpool there would
be none to tighten on my return to New
York.
found that the lady's name was Mrs
Johnson-a common enough name;
but. had been inclined, had no oppor'
tunity of learning anything from her
concerning her microscopical friend
for she kept to her stateroom through
out the entire voyage.
I never saw her after the first day
until she came on deck on our arrival
at New York.
AS we came into dock saw her make
for the side of the boat, and commence
waving a handkerchief to some one
amongst the crowd on shore.
Looking in the direction in which sh'
was gazing, 1 saw her signal answered
and answered with a black-borderec
handkerchief. Then!
Now, in the name of all that is in
fernal how the deuce did he get here
There, standing on the dock, Close
to the boat, was my friend the manikin
with the same undaunted air of solem
nitv. the same black suit, the same
black hat, black tie and black cuff but
tons, waving the same black-borderet
handkerchief!
I was puzzled Not only that, was
mad! The same feeling of irritation
with which his appearance on the boa
in.Liverpool had inspired me came back
; intensified. The same longing to picl
him up between my finger and thumb
returned with uncomfortable force
Unfortunately-or, perhaps, fortunate
lv for him and me, tool lost sight O.
him in the hurry and hustle of land
ing.
On my way to the hotel kept won
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