The Washington weekly post., 1900-09-25
A London Episode
By Robert Buchanan

have recovered all her natural good tenn
per looked at him with laughing eyes
There's swell wedding in Hanover
Square, she replied. I'm going TO see
H."
And suppose you wish you were the
bTldeT said the painter. sarcastieaIly.
Don't I. justi'' cried Berinthia, vinkinz
al him with the utmost effrontery. and
noddlug her roguish head.
At that moment Somerset re-entered the
studio. laden with large pewter measure
OF hslf-and-half. procured at the neighbor-
ing pUblic-house
Bravo. Ganymedei" c-ied Belford
smacking his lips. while Somerset set
down the measure on a paint-bedaube,l
table and going 10 cupboard close BY
brought out and flled a couple Of tum-
oers. 'Tumb'ers for you fellows" con-
tlnued Belford. 'I'll take mine 'au nat
uref-in the pewter"
Here there was a sudden interruption
from Berinthla, who began In clear. sof,
voice, albeit with an unmistakable cock
ney accent. TO troll the following lines:
Here. boy, take this handful O. brass
Across 70 the Goose and thu Gridiroa pass.
fsy the coin on the counter out.
And bring me plat Of fosming stout.
Pot II In neither bottle nor Jug,
Csnnikin. mannikin asgcn. or mug.
Into nothing at all. In shcrs.
Except the natural Pewter Quart,
SO singing she had trlpned toward the
door. when Somerset called her back.
stop. Berry, he cried. 1--WE got some
thing for your and as she turned he
pulled from the pocket of his Jacket a
Drown stone bottle of ginger beer. Il
know your tipple," he added. smiling
"and have brought you some Of the right
sort"
Berinthia thanked him with a smile. and
ran TO the cupboard 10 fetch another glass
while he cut the string Of the bottle and
pulled out the cork.
Your health, Monkey" cried Bedford
waving the pewter measure preparatory
TO taking a deep draught.
Yours, Mr.. Belford!" said Berinthia,
lifting her glass Of ginger beer and seat
ing herself unceremoniously on the edge
or the raised dais. while Somerset and
Leroy, each with glass in his hand, nod
ded 10 her gayly.
You'll be too late for the wedding, .
continued Belford
Never mind" said the girl. slipping
from her glass with rapture and rolling
her black eyes. ION, amt II lovelyw
Il say, Berry" asked Belford. after a
pause. who taught you that song?''
What song?"
THE one you were singing a moment
ago"
Berinthia smiled and glanced at Leroy,
who blInked comicalIy.
Il did" he said bIushin1
"Oh, you did, did you?" observed Bel.
ford. Il was wondering where the mon
Fey had picked Il up. Do YOU know who
wrote It? OF course you don't. Old Ma.
ginn; and it's burlesque of the Leather
Bottelr"
Il was aware OF the fact" replied Leroy,
Il found 1t in an old number of Black.
woods Magazine"
Nice sort Of song to teach kid like
that!" grunted the cynic.
i amt kid. Mr.. Belford." cried BERN
una Indignantly. I'm young woman
III course, your are. Berry" said SOM
erset' laughing; ''and a clinking fine
young woman. too, as I am ready to
sWear-witness my sign and sealr'
i know you're chafhne" she said, 'but
as long as i can earn a bit of money for
mother and keep myself respectable !
don't mind. I'm not like some of the
girls who sit TO gentlemen, and il ain't
everybody I'd sit to at all, for that mat.
terr'
She finished her glass of ginger beer,
sprang to her feet, ard. humming the tune
OF Weber's Last Waltz" then very popu-
lar as an organ tune began tripnine
quietly toward the door; then. turnine
suddenly and dropping a profound curt
sey. she saluted the three with mock dig.
nity' laughed lightly, and disappeared.