Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-06-22

Charles Dickens, 1e12-1s7o., was an Eng,
count the mlsadventures of MIR. Pickwick and
his frienns. The present narrative IS toid oy
| debit
Mr.. PickWick wanted to pay Sans
debt and get him at of prison, but Sam
would not hear of it, He said it would
be doing his creditor favor to pay him
the money and he did not deserve any
| favors.
| Here Mr.. Pickwick rubbed his nose
with an air OF vexation, so Mr.. Weller
thought it prudent to change the theme
of the discourse.
| "I takes my determination on princi-
pie, sir" remarked Sam, "and you takes
yours on the same ground, which puts
me in mind O. the man as killed hisself
on principle, wich o. course you've heerd
on. sir" Mr.. Weller paused when he
arrived at this point, and cast a comical
| look at his master out of the corners OF
his eyes.
There Is no of course in the case,
Sam" said Mr.. PickWick, gradually
breaking into a smile, in spite of the
uneasiness which Sans ob5tinacy had
given him. 1.-The fame of the gentleman
| in question never reached my ears.
mo, sir!" exclaimed MIR. Weller You
aStOnlSn me, SIT, ne WOs q C4SAA III q
gov'ment Office, sir"
Eyes, he wos, sir" rejoined Mr..
Weller; land very pleasant genTm n,
too-one o. the precise and tidy sort, as
puts their feet in little india-ruboer
fire buckets wen it's wet weather, ana
never has no other bosom friends but
hare skins. He saved up his money on
principle, wore clean shirt evry Gay
on principle; never spoke to none OF ms
relations on the principle, Tear they
should want to borrow money OF MN;
and wos altogether in fact an uncom-
mon agreeable character.
He had his hair cut on principe
vlnce a fortnight, and contracted lot
his clothes on the economic prlnclple-
three suits q year, and send back the
old uns. Being a very regular gen mn,
he dtned ev'ry day at the same place
where it wos one and nine to cut OH the
Joint. and very good one ana nine
worth he used to cut, as the Landlord.
often said, with the tears trickiin
down his face-let alone the way ne
used to poke the fire in the Winter time,
which was a dead loss o fourpence
ha'penny a day, to say nothln' at all
o. the aggrawation O. SEEM him DO IL.
80 uncommon grand with II, TOO!
| Post arter the next genTmn, ne sings
out ey'ry day ven he comes In. see
AFTER the Times, Thomas; let me look
| at the Mornin' Herald Wen It's out o
| hand; don't forget to bespeaK tne
Chronicle; and just bring the 'Ilzer, WI
you'-and then he'd set with MS eyes
| fixed on the clock. and rush out, just a
quarter of a mint afore the time, TO
u,avlay the boy as wos a comm in with
| the evenin' paper, wieh he'd read with
| SIGH intense interest and perseverance
| as worked the other customers up 10 the
/ very confines o. desperation and IN
sanity. specially one i-raselbie old
| oenIm'n as the waiter wos always
Obliged to keep sharp eye on. at SIGN
| times, fear he should be tempted 10
| commit some rash act with the carving
knife.
Veil. sir. he'd stop occupyin' the best
place for three hours and never taklIl
nothin' arter his dinner, but sleep, ana
| then he'd 90 away to coffee house
| few streets OF. and have a small pot o
/ coffee and four crumpets, arter wien
| he'd walk home to Kensington and go
| to bed.
"One night he was took very Ill; sent
| for a doctor; doctor comes In a green
| Nv. with . kind o. Robinson Crusoe sort
| o. steps. as he could let down wen ne
got out aud pull up arter him wen ne
got In. to- Derwent the necessity 0. the
coachmans gettin' down and thereby
undeceivin' the public by lettin EN-
see that II wos only livery coat as he'd
gos on and not the trousers to match.
"'Wot,s the natter SAYS the doctor.
EVERY ILL., says the patient.
"'Wot have you been eatin' onf' says
the doctor.
"'Roas. veal says the patient.
"'Wot's the last thing you dewoured?'
says the doctor,
"'Crumpets,' says the patient.
That's it, says the doctor. IN sen
you q box of pills directly, and don't
you never take no more OF EN-, ne
says.
" No more O. wot?' says the patient.
" mo; crunpets.' says the doctor.
WYE says the patient, starting up
in bed I've eat four crumpets ev'ry
night for Is years. on principle
well. then, you'd better leave EN-
OF. on principle says the doctor.
"'Crumpets Is wholesome. sir says
the patient. comm down little, and
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