Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-10-12
QUITE THE GENTLEMAN.

ERE. But the way e takes orr IS poor
father an Newell, there, it's enough
ter kill yer with laughin'."
Mrs Hanley rolled her bare arms in
her apron, and smiled expansively as she
looked down at her new elastic side
boots
no doubt you're proud of your son"
said Mrs. Davis. apparently speaking to
the elastic side boots. 'Ive been told as
that 'e's came back quite gentleman"
"Quitel" replied Mrs. Marley, coloring
quite! Els in big grocery establish
ment in Manchester now
"P'r'haps e doesn't 'af like comm to
| Whitechapel fer is 'olidays?" suggested
Mrs. Davis, with an ironical smile.
well that's what I've bin wondering"
Mrs. Marley said, in a hushed voice.
I"W'en a young man as bin 'andsomely
edieated, lived in beautiful society. as we
might say, an learnt to talk elegant
somethin' elegant, | do assure you, my
dear i--P'r'haps e feels a bit awkward
comm back to is old people, which
| though we done it all for i'm, and stint
ed an squeezed an worked an sweated,
| might say, to make i'm gentleman
an 'ow can you or me tell but what a
day may come Wen Ell sit in the '0uses
of Pertinent as spokesman for the gro
Gerry trade"
why don't you feed in the parlor, in
stead of this hot, stuffy place, reeking
with the smell of cooking, chr said a
young man. sauntering in at the door be-
hind her back.
| He was a tall, awkwardly made person
of between 25 and 80 years, with sloping
| shoulders, and of indolent carriage. He
wore a new tweed suit, yellow-ocher
boots, a pink shirt, white tie, and a
very high collar. Across his waistcoat
Aung very heavy gold watch chain, at
tached to which was silver watch and
massive gold seal.
well, darlin'," responded his mother,
turning round and gazing at him with
undisgused admiration, "it's sech drag
lup them stairs with the different things,
an me legs amt wot they wos /
thought, too, as 'ow you'd like the warm,
George"
where's the old man? You're not go
ing to wait for him, are you? Pm en-
gagged this afternoon, and can't wait for
those who don't know when they ought
to be here"
Eve won't wait fer i'm, them" replied
| Mrs. Marley, going to the stove and
| picking up one of the saucepans. Il dare
say he won't mind"
'.Mornin' George said Mr.. Manley,
hobbling into the room ON two sticks.
and nodding repeatedly to his son seated
beneath the window. ''AIy word, now!
Don't he look the tiptop O. fashion in
that rigout? Pom my soul, Martha,
believe 'e's bin after the gals. Oh, you
sly dog You be careful Mind the la
dies They're the kittlest kittle cattlel"
ooh, dash it," cried the young man,
throwing himself back in his chair, and
regarding his father in anything but a
flial manner. Yesterday it was 'ta-
ters,' among other things; today it is
| gals among worse things"
Mr. Manley, senior, trod on his wife's
toe to draw her attention from her pie
to her sons eloquence. But Mrs Manley
wore new boots, and new boots are gem
orally tight, so the operation panied, and
| she shrieked.
you've queer habits at meals" said
George in a murderously sarcastic tone,
as Mrs. Manley rose from her chair and
| limped around the room. at reminds me
somewhat of the Birmingham cattle
show. only the pens are better hammered
and bred there"
1--WE don't pretend to be genteel," said
Mrs Manley meekly, as she resumed her
seat. IF you do as much with your
beautiful manners an talk as we've done
with honest an ard work, you'll be a
Ugh mob some day, darlin'. Eli, dad"
"Honesty's all very well for the lower
classes" interposed the son, playing with
his tumbler, 'but men of my stamp amt
satisfied with it as standard. Nothing
short of honor for U.S."
Il don't see no difference" said his
| father; "but, in course, you know. my
lad. | only wish some of my neighbors
could ear you talk"
Thanks, I'm reserved for better
things"
| took his hat, stick and gloves, and went
out, declaring his intention of returning
for tea.
les a caution!" exclaimed Mr.. Man.
ley.
"Wot about the money!" asked his
wife, rather resenting the expression.
Its upstairs in my old desk. | drew
it out of the bank last night-ffty eight
pound, all in shinin' soys. | thought as
'ow you an me nd give it to i'm with q
kind o speech this evenin', an say as
wot it was ter start i'm in business on
is own. l shed like it like that. | don't
s'pose,' he added sadly, zen ever know
what the money cost us in pinchin' an
serapin'. Il amt easy for honest folks
to come by so much an edicatin' of i'm
at the same time"
Il wouldn't ave i'm know, dad" re
piled Mrs. AIanley, reaching across the
table for a plate. 1T nd spoil is pleas
ure. Now, you get ON, an let me gel
straight. There's a paper o Georges OF
there"
/ Mr.. Manley took the paper and went
up into the parlor. where he lit pipt
and settled down TO enjoy the news. II
was keen disappointment to him to fins
its pink pages devoted to matters sport
ing of which he kne wnothing and caret
i less,
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