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We're Al) Afloat.
BY Alex. M'LACHLHN.
We're all afloat in a leaky boat,
On. Time's tenapestous sea •
Deah at the helm steers for his realm,
- And a motely crew are we,
Though water wide on ever side,
Away to the sunken shoals, -
He steers us o'er the Passion's roar,
And the heaven of living souls. -
We hear the splash and, the heavy dash,
And the weary, weary moan,
And only know we embarked in woe,
And are bound for the great unknown:
Some telling tales of happy vales,
That lie beyond the gloom,
While Greed and Spite are at their fight
For another inch of room.
And Fraud and Pride how they push aside,
The weak ones and. the old,
While earses deep from the mad. hearts leap
That they have huddled in the hold. -
'Tis sad to hear; 'mid the tempest drear,
'How the selfish crew go on;
How they curse and swear and snarl there,
As dogs tdo 9'er a bone.
•
Anon, as a brief but sweet relief.
In the midst of the fighting throng,
Some poor waif starts to cheer our hearts
'With the blessed voice of song
Blessings of Peace and. the heart's increase
• When Love o'er the crew shall reign;
And the rudest hear with a willing ear,
And each heart cries out, "Amen."
"DENSON& MEYER, Barristers and Attorney
at Law, Solicitors in Chancery and Insolv-
ency,.Conveyancers, Notaries Public, • etc. Of-
fices,—Seaforth and Wroxeter. Agents for. the -
Trust and Loan Co. of Upper Canada, and the
Colonial Securities Co. of London, England.
Money at 8 per cent;. no commission, charged. ,
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Room over Collier's Store.
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in the hotel business, and also to inform them
that he hasagainresumed business in the above
stand, where he will be happy to have a call
from olci friends, and many new ones. I
THOMAS KONX.
Seaforth, May 5, 1870. .126-tf.
• 1- R. ROSS, Proprietor New Dominion Hotel,
.
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thetravelling community generally, that &keeps
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by travellers. A good stable and Willing hostler
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every necessary attention.
Seaforth, Feb. Sth, 1869, 634y.
TIORITISH EXCHANGE HOTEL, GODERICH,
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Wrisetasis, (late of American Hotel, Warsaw, N.
Y. ) Manager. This hotel has recently been new-
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LoVE AND ANGLING.
"The pleasa'ntest angling is to see the fish
Cut with their golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treachrous bait;
So angle we for Beatrice, who even now
Is couched in the woodbine overture."
that esdbition. So with my solitary fish, I wan-
der up stream, and at length I begin to suspeot I
must have passed the boundary of the district
which has been allotted for the use, of his custom-
ers to the landord of the Swan. However, there
is an attractive piece of water, well shaded by al-
ders on one side, and with a clear. bank on the
other, which I iletermine to essay, even at the
risk of being caught as apoacher. Here I had
better luck, although the trout are small, and do
not necessitate the employment of the landing net.
Brook trout are biting merrily, and I begin to
think I shall have a creel to show for the morn-
ing's sport, when suddenly I become conscious of
a very singular phenomenon, that for the moment
startles me considerably. Making a cast into a
ripple, round a big boulder, I find my line firmly
caught and draggedinto the air, my reel gives out,
another reel gives. out, and, as I live, Lam firthly
entangled.
"Oh, how tiresome t" some one cries from the
shelter of the alders; and a moment afterwards a
young lady comes into sight with a decided flush
of anger on her cheeks,
The young lady is clothed in gray from head to
hose. She has gray gloves, and grey gaiters be-
low her short dress; a grey hat with a grey fea-
ther ; but her cheeks were red, and looked delici-
ously cross at the accident she has met with.
"Don't be ta.king.off your hat, please; but try
and free my line if yoa can."
"If you will be good enough to let out while I
wheel in, I can then unfasten the hooks."
This is done with rather a sulky air, and when
released, the grey angler calls out:
"Do you know, sir, that you have no right to
fish here? This part of the stream is strictlypre-
served."
"1 am sorry I am trespassing. I intended to
leave my card at the house above, to which, Ipre-
sume the fishing is attached."
"Well," (this time smiling like—like a rippling
sea under an August sun and breeze) "let me see
-if you can throw a fly. I will give you leave to
whip the stream as far as the plank crossing
above."
"Oh, I would not spoil your sport for the
world."
"Perhaps you won't spoil my sport after all.
When you are done, I shall wait until the water
rests and go over it again."
The slightest touch of sarcasm gave the flavor
of a pickled walnut to this remarks We pass be-
yond the alders to where the stream is more open
The gray damsel, with her rod on her shoulder,
watches my performance from the opposite bank.
Rather anxious to display my deftness at the
gentle art, I stand well back, whisk out a very
long line and as the flies are skimming the water
the wicked wind suddenly tosses them wildly
about my lady's turban, and in a second. the head
gear is firmly hooked. With a growl at my a.w.k-
wardness, I waded out at once into the brook and.
begged her pardon. She said nothing, but bent
her face towards inc in order to have the .accident
remedied. Ai di me! The poet who was ensnar-
ed in the golden hair of his mistress could safely
sympathize with me at the moment.
• I am very unlucky. Will you forgive my
awkwardness ?"
"Yes; but as I am my own gamekeeper, you
must give up your name."
I took a card from my fly book, and presented
it to her.
"Mr. Frank Dalton! I have heard the name
before. Are you not the editor of something or
other in London ?"
Heavens! Something or other! Is it in this
style the _Macrosmscmum was spoken of in the
provinces? I bowed, to imply that the periodi-
cal dimly referred to was under my charge.
" 0, I am so glad to have seen a real literary
man! No.woncier you couldn't fish."
"But I can assure you."
" No ; you carne here to moon, and to imagine
Izaak. Walton. Clever people never make good
anglers."
And yet I saw you throw a fly very prettily
just now."
"Take care, sir, take care • you have been
caught poaching, and if you &hi to your crime by
paying me a direct compliment, you shall be
charged before my pa with both offences."
declare we talk OR together with no more em-
barrassment than if we had known each other for
a inonth at least.
Mr. Dalton," said the little gray woman (she
was petite) as we came to a path leading to a
house surrounded with dark cedars, her tone al-
tering from one of banter to that of a young lady
doing the royal. honors of her domain, "you are
quite welcome to angle on our part of the river as
long as you are stopping here, • Do you know
that pa is a contributor as well as a subscriber to
your paper ?"
" Indeed ! Well, I au). very grateful, Miss—"
"Clare."
"Miss Clare, 'I have been indebted to Mr.
Clare for several essays on etomology." •
"Oh, pa is mad about black beetles. I am his
butterfly -hunter. • Come up and see our collec-
tion."
We met Mr. Clare on a croquet lawn, and in a
few minutes.were known to each other as corres-
pondents.
"You will remain to luncheon, Mr. Dalton?"
"Thank you."
CAST I.
Looking out from my bedroom window of the
Swan while the May moon Was shining on a
broacireach of the trout stream at the end of the
smooth shaven green before the inn, with the
scent of the hawthorn coming with the dusk,
the gurgling talk of the water, as it ranand
rippled against the sedges, seethed to possess an
odd personal significance which one sometimes
finds in the jingling of bells or the sound of a rail-
way train. When I closed my shutters, and got
into the lavender scented sheets, I still continued
to her the voice of the waters- chiming a dreamy
romance, which very soon lulled me to sleep, and
at the same time into a dreamland of the pleas-
antest fancies born of my waking reveries and.' of
the chant of the waters, which you should know,
is always louder in the daytime than inthe night.
I went through the Story of Undine over again.
My nymph was a fair demon of the Wibple, whom
1 wooed and won in that kind of off-htnded fash-
ion in which we manage such things fer ourselves
when within the portals of the ivory gates. Our
Thourtship seemed to have begun in another place
as we took it up at the point where we had de-
clared eternal love to each other; and we required
no explanations between us. We were, if you
please, as happy as the shepherds and sheperdes-
ses who tended the silly sheep of Ardady, whose
clays ran out with billing and cooine, and piping
of oaten straws, with just a few background per-
ils from the goat hoofed satyrs of the glades and
the forest. As we sat together of a noontide
(perhaps in the Forest of Arden—Shakespeare
furnishes a dream drama with scenery very often)
the pain of an approaching loss weigheclme down,
and when I turned wistfully to my companion .
lo' the foul crew of Comus had carried her off,
the mocking laughter of the hideous rapparees
withered the trees into the black and stuntecl
growths of a London park in December ; the light
went out suddenly'from the picture, and I sank
into a wakefitiness with a curious asehe and long-
ing -which may have been in part indigestion, in
part; at any rate, grief, at .the breaking up of the
vision ; and in the half consciousinocel which fol-
lowed the catastrophe, when the mind still hover-
ed betwen things real and unreal, the song of the
Wimple revealed itself once more and withit the
cards of the birds that were hailing the dawn.
I make a short but good running at breakfast,
and as the Winaple must be fished before. the sun
has burned up the clouds,- I bend my steps to-
wards the stream, turning from the lawn into a
path through the rush grass, on which the beads
of dew are glittering like the jewels on the scab-
bard Of Prince Esterhazy's sword. It is ray first
visit to the Wimple, and to me there is a peculiar
charm in angling upon an unknown stream. 'Tis
like making a fresh acquaintance about whom you
imagine all sorts of agreeable possibilities. You
feel a little of the vanity of an explorer, too ; for
scenes that are unfamiliar to us we constantly
_ think are strange to others. That May morning,
how well 1 remember it! The dappled cows; the
lark siweing with so much heart that his song
seemed t� rebound from the very vault of the
skies, or to break as it touched it and fall in a
shower of melody about us; the cool gelid air of
the dawn breeze; the scents of the aromatic wa-
ter plants—they are present to me as I write with
a vividness that is almost troublesome. Here is a
bank after old Walton's own heart. A deep pool
above along stone slab, covered with a beard of
moss, over which the Wimple runs and falls
about a single foot, making a creamy swirl which
ought to be a sure find fora trout. My rod has
already been put up, and selecting a small dun
fly, standing as far back as possible, I threw my
first cast, Hal a rise, as I live; but he hasn't
touched the hook. Try him again, and be more
caution S in striking this time. He has it, and he
clashes across the rivulet with the fly, I can feel,
from the pull, that he is a pound weight, if an
ounce. He has a game tussle for his life, but
wearies at last, and at the roll of the winch is
towed in helpless to the little shallow bay, where
he is assisted to land bithe net. A beautiful
fish, my masters, beaming with rubles, anda pret-
ty sight as he lies on his death -couch in the bas-
ket, upon a pallet of pale primroses, MOSS and
violets, which have been placed there to honor
the first prize, which, likethe firet baby, is always
the most precious godsend.
Fortune is fickle with; us brethren of the angle,
as with other folk. Fortune deserts nae after a
single favor. In vain; for a whole hour do I ex-
haust any skill and ray fly book. The hare's ear
that never failed before fails now a the tiny silver'
and gray, so often successful withthe shy citizens
of the brook, tempts them to imitate the bull at
the Is1inton Spanish bull fight, which naerely
�oquetted with his hind legs with the artists in
& W. McPHILLIPS, Provincial Land Sur-
veyors, Civil Eneineers, etc. All . manner
of Conveyancing clone with neatnes§ a•ncl dispatch.
G. McPhillips, Commissioner in, B. R. Office—
Next door south of Sharps Hotel, Seaforth.
Seaforth, Dec. 14, 1868.
53-1y.
1- S. PORTER, Seaforth, Ont.'dealer in hides,
J. 4
shel,p skins, furs and wool. Liberal advance-
ments made on consignments. Money to lend.
Insurance agent. Debts collected. Highest
price paid for green backs. -,-Office east side of
Main Street, one door north Johnson Bros'.
Hardware Store. 122-tf.
HAZLEHMIST, Licensed Auctioneer fo
JD, the County of- Huron. Goderich, Out
Particular attention paicl to the sale of Bankrupt
Stock. Farm Stock Sales attended on Liberal
Terms. Goods Appraised, Mortgages Foreclosed,
Landlord's Warrants Axecuted. . Also, "Bailiff
First Division Court for Huron.
Godmich, June 9th, 1869. 76. tf,
or some other fearful wildfowl connected with et
omology. A rustle in the grass by me.
"Why -so pensive, angler?'
"0 Miss Clare, the fish won't bite; and I have
not the patience of an adept."
"You had better give it up, and help me to
catch butterflies. There goes a lovely blue one !"
And off dashed the gray gaiter through the
meadow, scattering meadow sweet, buttercups,
and clover to right and leffr on their path; above
them a long pole, wielded by the owner, with a
net on the top of it, and the quarry waggling and
skirling in front. The gray damsel returns with
the prey immeshed; such a color on her cheek,
such a light in those violet eyes!
(1
CAST n.
"It is a pity to call butterflies Latin names,
Mr. Dalton. Flowers are spoiled in the same
way.".
I wonder you have not a greater respect for
science:"
"I hate science."
"Music?"
"Oh, I love music, but that is different."
I am not going to try and write dOwn our talk
that afternoon. It now beca-me a daily custom of
ours to meet, and. I frequently dined and took tea
at the lodge. I should say that Mr. Clare was a
widower, and Belle his only daughter. " It is
hard to lose her," he said. to meone eveningacross
the walnuts and the wine; "it is hard to lose
her."
Glad I was that we were sitting between the
lights. Bella was in the drawing room playing a
wordless song of Mendelssohn's that was more
eloquent than any verses that poet ever wedded
to music. .
"Yes," he continued, "Belle is engaged to
Captain Hay, a cousin of hers, and. he has written
to me about having the marriage brought off
shortly."'
"1 never heard. her speak of hint. Is the en-
gagement of long standing ?"
"Oh, dear, yes; since they were children."
(These cursed cousinships ! The old story—
since they were children! But what a desperate
flirt that gray minx must have been!)
"Is Captain Hay amember of the — Club?"
(Mentioning an association for drinking latebran-
dy-and-seltzer to which I myself belonged.)
"Yes, I have heard. him speak of it."
Well, I no longer felt angry with my gay de-
ceiver; I felt sorry for her. Hay I knew to be
thoroughly bad as far as women were concerned.
"He is coining here next week. You will be
glad to meet him?"
"Thank you; I know Captain Hay slightly al-
ready."
CAST III.
When I had taken a cup of cofiee, I openecl
the photograph album, which lay on the drawing
room table. Turning over the leaves until I came
to one of a tall gentleman, with luxurious whis-
kers and a cruel Mouth, I brought the book
over to Bella Clare, and simply said
"Miss Clare, is not this Captain said,
to whom
you are engaged ?"
An expression of pain and annoyance crossed
her face.
"Yes, but I didn't want you to know. You
will not be half so nice now."
"Captain Hay and I were members of the same
club. -Why shouldn't I be as nice now as I was
before I knew your secret ?"
"Oh, you are one of those men who would be
sure to be squeamish about flirting with your
neighbor's goods, and now you will begin to sulk
and pout, and. consider yourself ill used, that—
that we have been such friends." •
I was silent. I was cut -T -cut to the very soul.
Mr. Clare here entered the room, and we talked
of indifferent matters until I rose to take my
leave. I shook hands with Mr. Clare and bowed
to Bella. As I Walked toward the door I heard a
quick, light step after me.
"Dear Mr. Dalton, I am very sorry. There is
no mischief done, -is there? You must shake hands
with me."
I did. I could not help it, but the Wimple
all that night spoke in sad undertones, not with-
out a certain, "'Turn again, Whittington" strain
through them, however.
Why didn't I go back to town at once? My
sub editor of the lifacrosmicceum wrote for me
twice, and still I lingered at the Swan, making
believe to try and catch trout. Both Hay and
his fiance called to see .me, to "rout me out, "
as Bella said, but I nursed my grievance. I
couldn't bear to look at the couple together.
My last evening at the -Wimple. I stroll dcewn
to the bank, having packed up my
knapseck for departure • on to -morrow. The
sun has dropped below the hills '• the crailsecraik
of the rail, or the thin bark of a distant dog, and
the voices of men driving cattle somewhere or
other, touch me with a kind of regret like what
one feels at the close of a concert. I walk up as
far as the elders, and cross over the plank, for
from this spot I can see Wimple Lodge.
"Poacher again! With night flies, moths,
ancl, for ali I know, matches and a torch, for
worse deeds when honest -leas were in their
beds."
"Miss Clare !"
"Yes, I am no ghost. Here, help •me put a
cast of these big evening flies,"
"Have you any others? I dont think these are
quite the thing."
"Oh yes ; I took Charlie's book'from his bas-
ket as he was snoozing with papa in the dining -
room above. Let us see what he has in it."
As she opened the book a carte tumbled out
and fell on the grass. I stooped down and hand-
ed it to her.
The moon was by this time shining so brightly
that you 7 -night read by it. Miss Clare took the
carte and gazed at it. - She turned to me with a
hasty "good night," and, before I could recover
from my astonishment, hacl disappearecl in the
direction of the Lodge. I had. not even tithe to
say "good-bye," as I had intended.
About half an hour after I arrived at the Swan,
a messenger from the Lodge brought the follow-
ing note :
WINCeLLE LODGE, Tuesday night. •
"DEAR Mit. DALTON ---Do not go away until I
see you to -morrow.
"BELLCLARE." ,
Walking to the Swan that night, after an entire
day. at Wimple Lodge—after a luncheon under
the cedars, and dinner,followed by an hour's
croquet, and an hour during which a waltz of Cho -
pin's was played by Miss Clare to the fragrance of
hellotrops—I stopped. on the bridge of the ham-
let, and heard the river again whispering wild
fanci9d on the reeds. Again I heard it as I lay
awake, and I seemed to hear it as I slept and.
dreamt once more of Undine—of Undine, this
time clothed in gray garments, and much resem-
bling Miss Clare in her general appearance. Next
morning, as I saw the flush of the new day in the
east I thought, would ray Emily, like the Emily
of Chaucer, rise with the sun? If so, I would be
down to the river on the chance of meeting her
once more.. ,The trout had an easy time of it;
the angler's heart was not in his work. Hewhip-
ped off his flies • he pulled them with a stupid
jerk from the flies;
mouth. He would have
sighed, "Heigho !" and wouldhave said, "Alack,
alack !" if those expressions were not obsolete.
Then to make matters worse, he ceased his calling
altogether, and longed to cry. 'My lady sweet,
arise! my lady sweet, arise! with everything
that pretty bin.' Then he lit a cigar, which
drove away the perfume of the fl.owers but
could not stop the clamor of the Wimple,
became, if possible, more importunate in suggest-
ing love reveries than ever. Still my lady ingray
cometh not; and I am resolved to go on a weak
pretence to the house, to examine a scarabfts,
"I will answer any question you ask me."
"You are acquainted with Captain Hay—Char-
lie—in London ?
cc yes. )3
"You are not intimate, but you know his say
" I know his set." -
"And, sir," (you should see the violet eyes on
fire, and the little hands clenched, and hear the
stamp of a stout -booted foot on.thefloot); "know-
ing Captain Hay's friends and his acquaintances
of this order " (flinging the carte on the table),
"you say nothing of warning or caution to a girl
who is going to marryhirar
(God knows how unprepared I was sfor this
scene' Here was my little gray nymph my but-
terfly hunter, breaking out in a complete new.
style.) ,• _
" It was cruel of you, .Mr. Dalton."
"Ladies are more merciful, Miss Clare. You
have given me a lesson in kindness, have you
not?"
"Frank—Mr. Dalton !"
"No—Frank."
"Well, Frank, I am sorry more than. I cantell
you for my folly. Will you help .me to break off
from Captain Hay ?"
"He ma,yhave bought the carte ina shop. The.
lady is as popular in the windows as the portraits
of the -Bishop of Oxford."
"No, no—I hate him ! The creature has writ-
ten to him on the back of it."
"I would sooner see you the wife of some one
else, I confess."
Would you ?"
The tone in. which she -spoke brought me to her
siae. Bella!"
"Yes, Frank." •
"Shall we go fishing and ta.11eit over ?"
You must lend me a rod and flies, • then,".
Yes; but you have not breakfasted."
I went and poured out some tea and. got her a
chair. We understoocl each other now as fairly
and. Clearly as Undine and I did each other inthat
dream I told you of.
" Captain Hay, please sir," the lady announces
at the door.
Bella blushes a little. Hay is as cool as possi-
ble. Ile sees the carte on the table, and takes in
the whole situation at a glance.
"Captain Hay—" I commence.
" Stop." said the Captain, 'f,I'llsaveyou much
trouble, Dalton. Bela, I ain't sorry to be off
with you. I wasn't fit, an' all that sort of thing.
Bless you both, ray children !" and he was out of
the room.
We laughed heartily; and when ire went to
Wimple Lodge, we found that the gallant Cap-
tain had disappeared altogether.
So the story the river told, and the fable of the
dream; have come true ; and I only wish to all
honest anglers that they may be as fortimate in
their sport as I was that spring naorning when I
first met the gray fisher -maiden of the Wimple.
Nothing that I can say will ever persuade that
lady that I did not hook her hat intentionally;
and it was only upon condition that I would. men-
tion her, suspicion, that she has allowed me to
write as I have done.
VARIETIES.
Mrs. Partington, hearing of a pedestrian's
'great feat,' wondered if they troubled him when
walking.
A little girl sent out to hunt for eggs tame
back unsuccessful, complaining that "lots of hens
were standing about doing nothing,"
The following toast was given at a recent ban-
quet : "The rights of women—if she cannot be
captain of a ship, may she always command a
smack."
"-Why Charlie, I am surprised to see yoh mak-
ing faces at your mother Charlie brightened
up at once, and retorted, "Why I calculated to
laugh, but, mamma, my face slipped."
The laziest man—the printer, he is always set-
ting His case is hard, poor fellow, but he makes
it a rule to stick to it till a period Closes para-
graph, when he gives up the chase and yields to
the devil. •
What did the river say during the small hours?
I know that I could not sleep for it until the
cock crowed, and I was late to breakfast. When
I came down my landlady, who was indeed. lord
and lady of the Swan, told me Miss Clare had
been waiting for me for hall an hour. She was
seated in the little parlor, and when I entered. she
at once pulled from her pocket the picture that
'had fallen. from Hay's fly -book.
"Mi. Dalton," 4he said, "you are agentlemah,
and as a gentleman I ask you to do me a service,
although I must grant you a right to refuse an-
swering me at all—if you like."
•
Upon a tombstone appeared this inscription :—
"Here lies James Tug, snug as a bug in a rug. "
A wag seeing this, and a stone near by with no
inscription'wrote: "Hero lies John Tugger
snugger than the other bugger.
A young gentleman havingmade some progress
in acquiring a knowledge of Italian, addressed a
few words to an organ -grinder in his purest ac-
cent. He -was astonished at receiving the follow-
ing response: "I no speak Inglis."
An Arabian having brought a blush on a maid-
en's cheek by the earnestness of his gaze, and
said to her, "My looks have planted -roses in
your cheeks; why forbid me to gather them, the
law permits hiin who sows to rap thesharvest."
In a not distant city the wife of one of the city
fathers presented her husband with three at a
birth. The delighted father took hislittle daught-
or, four years old, to see her new relations. She
looked at the diminutive little beings a few mo-
ments, when turning to her father, she hqnireci,
" Pa, which one are you going to k.eep ? "
evidently remembering the fate of the kittens.
A Photographers Advertisement --The follow-
ing advertisement tecently appeared in a London
paper: "Notice -j -November of all months, be-
ing the most anti -photographic, Monsieur
has selected it this year for his usual vacation,
and, intending to leave town early in the month,
requests those of his clients who may require a
sitting to fix an appointment as soon as it is
possible. "
A certain justice was called to the jail to -liber-
ate a worthy debtor, by receiving his oath that he
was not worth $20. "Well, Jolmny," said the
justice, "can you swear you are not worth $20,
and that you never will be ?" "Why," answer-
ed the other, chargined at the question, "I can
swear I am not worth that at present." "Well,
well," returned. the justice' "I can swear to the
rest, so go along Jolting," width° man was
charged.
At a theatre one night John Phcenh- thought
he saw an acquaintance sitting a few seats in
front, and. asked a gentleman between them to
poke him with his cane. When he turned around
John, discovered his mistake. Fixing his atten-
tion on the play, and affecting indifference of the
whole affair he left the man with the cane to
settle the disturbance, and he, being wholly With-
out an excuse, there was, of course, a ludicrous
scene awing all of which Phcenix was profound.
ly int'erested in the play. At list the man asked
indignantly : Did you tell me to poke that
man with my cane ?" "Yes." "And What -did
you want." 'I wanted to see whether you would
pole him or not r