The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-04-25
CHAPTER XIV.

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Mrs. Tramberley, gaining
the top of the shabby stair
case with that family pet and nuisance
jabbering the most NAL apropos non
sense from a huge cage with bars like
the ribs of a skeleton, which his ma
terfamilias hugs in her arms.
The first cab is just starting, for to-
day the Tramberleys move to their new
residence. 5i3 Aa' 1Ae B. ~
mo room!," retorts an untidy head.
all that is visible of the eldest girl
seated in that vehicle, and packed to
the ears in bandboxes, furniture, bun
dies, and countless articles which defy
description.
Plenty of room, num-" contradicts
the rough basso of cabby, who is al
ways finding place for something
more on the top.
Zoos. W. he inwardly chuckles,
hits tuppence heXtra 'cordin' to lor."
And an interminable trio ensues-
recitatiyo con brio-between him and
the two ladies'. with parrot obligato.
The street, too, this bright August
morning-it is close to the Edgeware-
roads full of idle boys and other loi-
%terers, to whom noise of any sort is
dear and contagious, while the draw
ing-room first loor front of the dingy
two-windowed house presents a scene
of the widest confusion.
Here Mr.. Tramberley. who, like his
wife, is tall and portly. very hot and
very angry, is in high alteration with
a burly and l~oud-tongued butcher,
whom 4neither threat nor persuasion
has ever induced to SEND in a bill dur
ing the three months the family has
been here, and who now, at the
eleventh hour, appears with an exorbi-
tant one, which he insists upon having
settled without question upontthe spot.
Tn well known in the neighbor-
hood" he storms. (He is, but how?)
"You ask the folks all round"
Then o%onfound it, my good man,
roars Mr.. Tramberley, but the .1esher
needs not.
Il don't want any stranger to come
and good man me. You've had my
meat. 1 wants my money" and then
suomi la tromba proceeds.
Bobby and Willie, the two school
boys who never seem to be at school,
are having a game at cricket with a
real bat and bail. and a sofa bolster for
a wicket, while their numerous brothers
and sisters cry, laugh and scream all
yer the place.
"BeatriX," shouts the poor, furious
father, will you stop you piano? I'm
deafened."
Whereupon the third girl does stop
for nearly three-quarters of a minute,
filling up that interval by fielding at
cricket. AS a rule, no earthly power
can persuade this female urchin to prac-
tise, but today, whether from remorse
for music lessons wasted, or more prob
ably prompted by that spirit of devil
ment which at times tempts the young
to make confusion worse COMPOUNDED,
the little imp of 10 has been hammer
ing away at "Trab, trab" all the morn
ing, seeming to execute it chiefly with
her fists and elbows. Two of the
smaller children have evidently agreed
to baw1 for a prize upon the hearthrug,
while the only nurse-of curse an Irish
woman, with a voice like her national
bagpipes-and the local slavey appear
chiefly occupied in exchanging stations
at the top and bottom of the house,
and screeching an intermittent volley
of instructions to one another through
the we'll of the staircase.
An infant in arms, who today is not
in arms but rolled up, put away in a
corner and forgotten in an upper bed
room, by it's screaming plays the part
of fifty flies in this discordant orches-
ira; and in conjunction with Emme-
line, the dowager baby's rattle, the UNI
firing bark of Dukey, the Tramberley
dog. little Dicky's drum, and little Char
lies trumpet forms a counterpoise to
the unfaillng cat-calls in the street, for