Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-06-14

Hold on" exclaimed the porter.
None O. that. Hand over what's in
yer pockets. Yer can sign for 'em.
and get EN- when yer go out again.
Il have nothing in my pockets. or
anywhere else" observed Sir Leon
ard. Nor do | desire to come out
again have come permanently. If
You will kindly show me to my room,
and bring me- up little food-as l
am very hungry shall be obliged
ooh" was the reply. you're one
O. them sort, are yer-come for life!
Well. your rooms the bathroom ter
start with. and plenty Of soap. Dye
hear? Don't forget the soap"
Sir Leonard did not think the por-
ter very affable person, nor did his
manners appear to be those of the
drawing room But he allowed them
to pass without rebuke.
Thank you," he said. 81 shall he
delighted with a bath''-and he pro-
ceeded to pass along the corridor in
search of the same.
Here. you hold on called the
porter. Yer go on as if yer owned
the whole workhouse. What's yer
Nance"
He glared at his visitor. He had
never received one of this kind, and
ne had had fifteen years experience.
Sir Leonard Burnleigh-Bu
There was neither brag nor buster
in the tone.
If in other and happier circum-
stances Sir Leonard had been asked
the question by powdered footmen
whose duty it was to announce his
entrance at the reception of West
End hostess his tone would not have
been perceptibly different.
The porter laughed increduously.
Then he stood grinning from ear to
ear
"Sir-what?" he chuckled. Say it
against cap"
Sir Leonard had philosophy Of
sorts. but not humor. So, without fur
Their parley. he started off to go In
search of the bathroom, but again he
was called back.
Here! Stop. tell yer, Lord
What did yer say yer name was?"
Sir Leonard Burnleigh-Burnleigh
| fear you are little deaf" answer
ed Sir Leonard, with suggestion of
annoyance and impatience; not at
anything the man had said, nut nj
what he regarded as unnecessary
formality in an institution in which
he had always understood all we're as
welcome as the flowers of May.
1t was on this supposition that in
other days he had paid mis- heavy poor
rates regularly. Besides, he was hun
CRY and damp, and felt generally I'M
comfortable.
The porter glared harder.
Well" he exclaimed, clicking his
tongue and shaking his head up and
down in the manner of man who
had come to the conclusion that won
ders would never cease. trade must
really be dull, as the papers say, for
we are a-getting of 'em. Monday. Prof.
Snaffie. G. B. R. NJ. g.; Toosday, the
Hon. Chollom- Chulmundeley Chumley-
Chollom; an now, Wednesday, you
have to think up your spelling to
write down such name as Sill
Tere, Bill" he called down the corri-
dor, SHOW the Prince O. Wales to his
bath! So long. old Nobility" he said
to Sir Leonard-"hop it-and don't
forget the scrubbing brush!"
| The porter watched Bill take Sir
Leonard down the corridor in the
direction of the bathroom. and then,
tapping his own head with a forefin-
ger, as he entered his little Office, he
murmured softly to himself:
Surprising what worry does for
'em. He's gone clean cracked"
A fortnight afterward, when Sir
Leonard had settled down to the
menu, which he found filling, but no,
recherche, London. picking up Its
evening paper, found the following
scare head"
REMARKABLE ROMANCE OF
THE WORK-HOUSE.
From Riches to Want.
THE MISFORTUNE OF A BARO
NET"
Below, the story commenced beau
tifully, as is the fashion for the Eng
lish reporter, with quotation iron
one of the more touching poets, an,
then went on to relate that baronet
Sir Leonard Burnleigh-Burnleigh /;
handsome, sweet-mannered gentleman
OF sixty, but who aid not look hi
age. had been brought to the work
| house by his misfortunes and no
, his fault, but that he was now recon
ciled to his lot: also, that he regular
ly attended church on Sundays. and
though shy at first, had now goo,
appetite, and was still bachelor.
The Widow Warmington-Mrs ST.
sannah Neutrality-suspicious. HUSBAND
had made great deal of money b.
real estate deals, read the story wit
| a fiuttering, but hopeful heart.
. She was brisk, piquant little won
/ an, laden with the fragrance of on
of those perfumes which seem to A.
| at you.
Her husband had been on the work
mouse committee, and she still tool
an interest in the inmates of the in
stitution to which ne had given hi
/ devoted service.
Every Wednesday since his dealt
she had visited the place.
Sh wished it was Wednesday now
where as it was only Tuesday.
But she occupied the interval II
sorting out her most brilliant ring
and her largest hat, and looking II
the mirror and murmuring, Lad,
Burnleigh-Burnleigh!
As she lisped the name she though
it sounded delightful.
, That evening her dreams wer
I beautiful.
, Wednesday saw her at the work
, house, with becoming smile on he
, countenance.
For forms sake, she fingered in