The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-02-11
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And II It's cold for you up in the chancel
with lot OF live breath smoking out about YOU
crypt among the earthly damps there. and the
dead breath OF the old uns." returns that in
to be put in hand at once Mr.. Sapsea?''
Mr.. Sapsea with an authors anxiety 10 rush
into publication. replies that II cannot be out
You had better let me have the keys then
why. man. it is not to be put inside the
'Durdles knows where it's to be put Mr..
sapsea: no man better. Ask ere man In
Cloisterham whether Durdles knows his work
Mr.. Sapsea rises takes a key from a drawer,
unlocks an iron safe let into the wall, and takes
from II another key.
When Durdles puts touch or finish upon
his work. no matter where, inside or outside.
Durdles likes TO look at his work all round,
and see that his work is ADDING him credit"
Durdles explains, doggedly.
The key pronered him by the bereaved wild
over being a large one, he slips his two-foot
made for it. and deliberately opens his flannel
coat, and opens the mouth OF large breast
pocket within IL before taking the key 10 place
why DurdIesi'' exclaims Jasper. looking on
amused, you are undermined with pockets!
And carries weight in EN-, too. Mr. Jasper.
Feel th9se Prodgeng two large keys; this
is the heaviest Of the three
You'll find 'en much Of a muchness L ex-
pect." says Durdles. They all belong to monu-
ments They all open Durdles's work. Durdles
keeps the keys of his work mostly. Not that
by the Bye it comes into Jasper's mind to
say as he idly examines the keys, IT have been
going to ask you, many day, and have al
you Stony Durdles. don't your
'Cloisterham knows me as Durdles, Mr.. Jas
per-
81 am aware of that. of course. But the boys
sometimes-'
'Oh If you mind them young imps of boys"
Durdles grufiy interrupts.
II don't mind them any more than you do.
But there was discussion the other day among
the Choir, whether Stony stood for Tony, clink-
ing one key against the other.
% r.
'Or whether Stony stood for Stephen, clink-
ing with change Of keys.
(''You can't make pitch pipe of 'em, Mr..
Jasper.')
'Or whether the name comes from your trade.
How stands the fact?"
Mr.. Jasper weighs the three keys in his hand.
lifts his head from his idly STOPPING attitude
over the fire, and delivers the keys TO Durdles
with ingenious and friendly face.
But the stony one is gruff one likewise, and
that haZy state of his is always uncertain
state, highly conscious of its dignity, and prone
TO take offense. He drops his two keys back
up; he takes his dinner bundle from the chair
back on which he hung ii when he came in
he distributes the weight he carries by tying
the third key up in it. though he We're an
gets out Of the room, deigning no word Of
answer.
Dir. Sapsea then proposes a hit at backgam-
mon. which, seasoned with it's improving
cold roast beef and salad beguiles the golden
evening until pretty late. Mr.. Sapsea's wisdom
being, in its delivery to mortals, rather of the
diffuse than the epigrammatic order, is by no
mates that he will come back for more of the
precious commodity future occasions, and
Mr.. Sapsea let's him off for the present TO pom
der on the installment he carries away