Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1903-12-30
bridge. or where tho qunllty lives. or

4
toward Southwark. or whereof
"Isot mel" cries his lorlship, looking
up at his daughter in surprise. whats
my poppct got into her pretty head
now, forsooth? Tut, tut, girl! WHAT'S
town to thee. or its bearings, hey?
Stick thy eye into thy clllirn and keep
thy hand OIL the daslier 'Twere bet
tern all the shops in Piccadilly or all
the tops at court"
.''Slow, dud was only asking of
my twins whereabouts Shops and
fops are not dizzying your Peggy, you
may swear Ills my brother sir, of
whom I'd learnv'
"Twere better chase the scoundrel
outn my head. Peg. than hammer him
IN! lad with every chance here in
the county to raise his house and
make good match with u nice plump
girl having land Joining his own, but
no! Up and off to town to starve and
scratchi"
The earl pommels the floor with his
stick. causing the cat to leap into the
air.
Let him die in want! Let him
freeze. thirst. come to the gallows. say
l! For such as leaves plenty to pursue
want gets no sympathy from mel"
"He amt begged fort yet, dad" says
Peggy very mildly "All was avon
dering was this: When my brother took
the coach at the Mermaid thut morning
you mind? How far off the inn where
he alighted was the lodging at the cor
ner of Holywell road and Lark lane,
eli, dad? Surely And here Lady Peg
gy knelt and stroked his lordship's
equity member, and her voice positive
~ trembled, doubtless with excess of
filial zeal and devotion.
surely resumed she, you, who
were. dare be sworn''-such arch eyes
as Lady Peggy now NADIA fine gal
liant not SO many years ago, must reg
member that, don't your
Lets see, let's see,' responds his
lordship, rubbing his head. "They set
We down at the Kings Arms, nigh the
bridge, Southwark bridge, yes Well,
ought to know! Lark lane? Why,
girl, it's not a quarter hours trot from
the inn, but It's q beastly environment.
Cad. that son Of mine chooses pens,
ink and writing paper there rather
than
Lady Belinda here, weight fourteen
stone, acres 1000, guineas countless,
temper amazing, years untold. Ha, la,
ha! Oh, daddy" Lady Peggy springs
up and dances about minute in most
genuine gayety; then she seizes her
fathers head between her palms and
hugs and kisses him with much CRATE
ful warmth, then tlops down a-cod-
ding of the govt again, laughing, gig
Cling, pinchlng puss and saying:
Daddy, drop London. Care l no
more for t. Know quite enough.
Lets chat of aught else in the world
until you fall a-napping, which will be
soon now, guessing by the shadows"
Twas very soon.
Then Lady Peggy tiptoed off tc her
chamber. Then she pulled the rope
that rang in the kitchen, and present
ly Chockcy came, chopper and bowl in
hand, clieckered apron over white one,
for serving maids were scarce in Ken
naston Hall, footman there was none;
butler there was when he was not do
ing t'other half his duty at the sta
bles.
Come hither, Chockey," says her
mistress in whisper, with beckon.
"Shut the door. Go on with chopping
your leeks and carrots; cook III want
--'-.-.--ss--------
Unlock your ears, Jane Ch0ckey, as
never you did before in your life"
Chockey hobs rs she chops, leaning
against the head post for support Of
her occupation and also of her curl
osity.
You know my mothers box, the
small one that was recovered last
spring with the skin of the red calf
that died natural? Bickers put it on
with gross of brass nails?"
Chockey again hobs.
"Put into it." continues Lady Peggy,
"a change Of linen for yourself and me,
two night rails Chockey's eyes dilate
my gray taffeta gown with the flow
cred petticoat, my green hood and
kerchief, powder, patch box, lavender,
musk, pins, needles, my red silken
hose, your Sunday cap and sleeves
Chockey's chopper ceases to work, and
the bedpost creaks-"all Of which,"
continues her mistress, 'tis but prelude
TO saying. I'm going up to London by
tomorrow's coach, and Pm taking you
with me-"
MADAME Down goes the bowl,
leeks, carrots. chopper and all, a-spill-
Ing over the floor.
AYE" says Peggy calmly. Gather
up thy mess, Chock, and to work with
the buds. Lay out my Levantine
gown, my blue kerchief, my black silk
hose, my brown cloak, and from my
mothers press take the thick fall of
brussels lace and the brown bonnet
it's tied to and bring 'em hither. Put
them under the bed beside thy trundle,
SOS my father II not see 'em when he
stops to bid me good night. Borrow
cooks hat she bought at the fair when
she was young, and her delnine veil for
myself, for, so appnreled as not to be
recognized, will you, dear Chock, and
my Lady Peggy take the coach on
April the 18th But, Chock, remem-
Der, NUNS the word, an you let your
tongue wag TO my undoing but the
thousandth part of syllable, your
mistress and you part company for
ever! Co."
Chockey picked up Lady Peggy's
waving hand between a pinch of her
apron, lest her onion smelling fingers
should foul SO dainty u morsel, kissed
1t and OF and obeyed, speechless from
surprise and vcneration both.
At nights fall the earl, somnolent
again from fires warmth and the port
lie would take despite the surgeons
orders to the contrary, Lady Peggy,
Chockey in her wake, purse in hand,
went scouting through the kitchen gar
den, the paddocks. the COW yard to the
stable where Bickers' pipe shone in
/ DO .~t<, a,.~ 11x,