The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-08-29

friend, Mir. Wardle, at Manor Farm, Dingley Dell
 MT. Wardle, a widower, had as mem- bers of his household his aged mother his sister Rachel, spinster of decidedly ma ture age, and his two daughters, Isabella and Emily, charming girls both. From the manner in which MT. Trundle, a young squire of the neighborhood, hung about Isabella. and seemed to be content with just sitting and gazing at her if people would only not annoy him by speaking to him, it was easy to see how the wind set there. The susceptible heart of Tracy Tupman was at once caught in the meshes woven by the charms of the spinster aunt, and as for Snodgrass, he wrote poem that very night to the eye brows of Emily Wardle.
 They went out shooting next day. q believe you are something in the way of a shot" said Warde to Wrinkle. 1T am rather out of practice" replied Win kle. When it came MT. Wrinkles turn to fire he shut his eyes and pulled the trig- ger. There was scream of human
 
 MT. Tupman'S s right arm full of birdshot When the spinster aunt saw them assist ing Mr. Tupman to the house she screamed and went into mysteries You are not dead, oh, tell me you are not dead she cried. My dear, dear madam" said MT. Tupman deeply touched, T as- sure you am not" Mir Tupmans court =l hi of oh "a on rapidly and prosperously after that until in an evil moment the men decided to go over to cricket match at the neighbor- ing town. There whom should they meet but Alfred Jingle and when they re- turned to Manor Farm, all very merry and singing I've Won't Go Home Till Morning MT. Jingle was with them and made himself a guest at Dingley Dell Not only that, but learning that the spin ster aunt had money in her own right, he cut out MT. Tupman and eloped with her.
 MT. Pickwick and MT. Wrinkle followed the runaways to London, close upon their heels. They tracked them to the White Hart inn, and, bursting in upon them, MT. Pickwick began to abuse Jingle and MT. wardle to scold his sister. You ought to be ashamed of yourself at your age," said MT. wardle. "I am only S5," said Rachel "You win never see 50 again. replied the irate brother. "Get on your bonnet" NO such thing" said Jingle, '.lady old enough-know own mind-just been got lieense-leave room-on bust- ness-get eut.'' Fortunately Wardle and MT Pickwick were accompanied by a lit- tie lawyer. MT. Parker, who after a W hile managed to get Jingle aside and persuaded him, for a monetary consider ation, cash down, to reliuquish his intend ed bride to her brother and disappear. Rachel retired to some of her other rela- tives and MT. Tupman went to London in a state of obese despair. But he got over it-all except the obesity.
 At the White Hart inn there was a young chap employed whose ready wit and prompt service had been observed by MT Pickwiek. Being in want of a man servant he determined to engage Samuel Weller, for that was the young mans name, or, as he called it, Samivel Weller He sent Mrs Bardells little boy, Tommy to the White Hart inn with message asking Mr. weller to call upon him al once upon business.
 While Tommy was gone he said to the Iandlady: Mrs. Bardell, do you think il a much greater expense to keep two peo- pie than to keep one?' La, MT. Pick wick" said Mrs. Bardell, coloring up to her cap. She had long worshipped MT, Pickwick from afar, but this was beyond her dreams 'But do you?" persisted the doomed man. That depends upon whether the other party was carefu