The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1917-07-19
"PickWick Papers
By Charles Dickens


London, on Thursday morning, for
yourself and me-"
Very we'll, sir"
Mr.. Weller left the room, and
departed slowly on his errand,
with his hands in his pockets. .
The clerks office Of Messrs.
Dodson and Fogg was dark,
earthy-smelling room, with a high
wainscotted partition to screen the
clerks from the vulgar gaze.
There was glass door .leading
into the passage, and on the outer
side of this glass door Mr.. Pick
wick, closely followed by Sam
Weller, presented himself on FRI
day morning.
Come in, can't you!" cried a
voice from behind the partition. In
reply to Mr.. Pickwick's gentle tap
at the door. And Mr.. Pickwick
and Sam entered accordingly.
"Mr. Dodson or Mr.. Fogg at
home. sir?" inquired Mr.. Pickwick.
gently, advancing, hat in hand, to-
ward the partition.
Mr.. Dodson amt at home and
Mr.. Fogg's particularly engaged"
replied the voice; and at the same
time the head to which the voice
belonged, with a pen behind Its
ear, looked over the partition, and
at Mr.. Pickwick.
when will Mr. Dodson be back
sir?" inquired Mr.. Pickwick.
Cant say"
will 1t be long before Mr.. Foge
is disengaged. sir.?"
Don't know"
81 think I'll wait" said Mr.
Pickwick. There was no reply; 81
Mr.. Pickwick sat down unbidden
and listened to the loud ticking o
the clock and the murmured con
versation of the clerks.
THAT was game, wasn't it?'
said one of the gentlemen, in ,
brown coat and brass buttons, a
the conclusion of some inaudibl,
relation.
All the clerks laughed in con
cert.
There was such a game will
Fogg here, this mornin'." said tn
man In the brown coat. "whil
Jack was upstairs, sorting tn,
papers, and you two were gone t.
the stamp-office. Fogg was dow
here, when that chap as we issue,
the writ against at Camberwell
you know, came in - what's hi
name again."
Ramsey" said the clerk VIII,
had spoken to Mr.. Pickwick.
"Ah, Ramsey precious seedy
looking customer. Well. sir say
old Fogg. looking at him YER
fierce-you know his way-'well
sir, have you come to settler 'Yes
have. SIR said Ramsey, puttin
his hand In his pocket, and bring
ing out the money, the debts tw
pound five, and here it is, SIR an
he sighed like brick, as he lugge
out the money. Old Fogg locke,
first at the money, and then a
him, then he coughed In his run
way, so that | knew somethin
was coming. You don't know
there's a declaration filed whic
increases the costs materially,
SUPPOSE? said Fogg. You don
say that, SIR said Ramsey, start
ing back; the time was only las
night, SIR L do say it, tho sal
Fogg, my clerks just gone to fiji
1t. Hasn't Mr.. Jackson gone to I'll
that declaration in pullman an
Ramsey, Mr.. Wicks?' or course,
said yes, and then Fogg coughe
again, and looked at Ramsey. M
Godl' said Ramsey; and here hav
/ nearly driven myself mad, SCRAP
ing this money together. and a.
to no purpose "None at ALL sal
Fogg, coolly: so you had bette
go back and scrape some more tc
gether. and bring II here in time
I can't get 1t, by God!' said Ram
sey, striking the desk with his fisi
Don't bully me, SIR said Foge
getting into a passion on purpose
I am not bullying you, SIR sal
Ramsey. You are,' said Fogg
get out, sir; get out of this office
sir, and come back, sir. when 20
know how to behave yourself
Well. Ramsey tried to speak blu
Fogg wouldn't let him, SO he pu
the money in his pocket, an
sneaked out.
4 The door was scarcely shut
when old Fogg turned round to m
and drew the declaration out OF hi
coat pocket. Here, Wicks,' say
Fogg, take a cab, and go down b
the Temple as quick as you can
and file that. The costs are Quit
safe. for he's steady man with |
large family. at a salary of five
and-twenty shilling a week. and 1
he gives us a warrant of attorney
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