Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-04-12

Charles Dickens, 1870, was q British
.p avid coppePfeid" Tale Of Two Cites,
etc.
Mr.. Pickwick appeared without his
CATERS for the first time within thu
memory of his Oldest friends.
you mean to dance?" said Wardle.
"Of course I do" replied Pickwick
'Don't you see I am dressed for the
purpose?" Mr.. Pickwick called atten-
ton to his speckled silk stockings and
smartly-tied pumps.
You in silk stockings" exclaimed Mr.
Tupman loosely.
"And why not, sir-why not?" said
Mr.. Pickwick, turning warmly upon
him.
ooh. of course, there is no reason why
you shouldn't wear them," responded
Mr. Tupman.
81 imagine not, sir; I imagine not, "
said Mr.. Pickwick in very peremptory
tone.
Mr.. Tupman had contemplated a
laugh, but he found 1t was a serious
matter. So he looked grave and said
they were a pretty pattern.
"I hope they are" said Mr.. Pickwick,
fixing his eyes upon his friend. "You
see nothing extraordinary In the stock
1ngs, as stockings, I trust, sir?"
Certainly not; oh, certainly not, !"
replied Mr.. Tupman. He walked away
and Mr.. Pickwicks countenance re-
sumed its customary benign expression.
I'VE are all ready, I believe" said
Mr.. Pickwick, who was stationed with
the old lady at the top of the dance,
and had already made four false starts
in his excessive anxiety to commence.
Then begin at once" said Wardle.
sNow!'
Up struck the two fddles and one
harp, and of went Mr.. Pickwick into
hands across, when there was general
clapping Of hands and cry Of stop,
whats the matter?" said Mr.. Pick
wick, who was only brought to by the
fiddles and harp desisting, and could
have been stopped by no other earthly
power If the house had been on fire:
where's Arabella Allen?" cried a
dozen voices.
"And Winkle?" added Mr.. Tupman.
Here we are!" exclaimed that gentle
man, emerging with his pretty COM
panion from the corner. AS he did SO
, It would have been hard to tell which
was the redder In the face-he or the
young lady with the black eyes.
what an extraordinary thing 1t Is,
Wrinkle" said Pickwick rather pettishly,
''that you couldn't have taken your
place before"
mot at all extraordinary" said Mr.
Wrinkle.
well" said Mr.. Pickwick, with a very
expressive smile as his eyes rested on
Arabella,' well, don't know that 1t was
extraordinary. either, after ALL
However, there was no time to think
5000 oho,,k f1aa S1aoffar for the f1Hdlps
and harp began in real earnest. Away
went Mr.. Pickwick-hardS across, down
the middle to the very end of the room
and half way up the chimney, back
again to the door; poussette everywhere;
loud stamp on the ground, ready for the
next couple; OF again, all the figures
over once more; another stamp to beat
out the time; next couple, and the next,
and the next again-never was such
At last, after they had reached the
bottom Of the dance and full IA couples
after the old lady had retired in an
exhausted state and the clergyman
wife had been substituted In her stead
did that gentleman, when there was nc
demand whatever on his exertiOnS, keeT
perpetually dancing In his place to keeE
time to the music, smiling on his part.
uer all the while with a blandneSs Of
demeanor which baffies all description.
There was q glorious supper down.
stairs, notwithstanding, and 3 good
long sitting after it.
From the center of the ceiling OF ths
kitchen old Wardle had just hung witt
his own hands huge branch Of nliStle-
toe, and this same branch Of n1istletos
instantaneousiy gave rise to Q scene o.
general and delightful struggling AMI
a confusion, In the midst OF which Mr.
NsPickwick, with q gallantry that would
! have done honor. to . DESCENDANT o