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The Huron Expositor, 1921-03-18, Page 7pp�et beard of the Privas's with Mire. FksIfes ?" ,he o," said Moore "Leve �.. dess i turtle - ad a failing ou .t�r 'Ob'itllran"t last long,' ail ,Opti.. "but while it dose endure it is Ta warm little spat." t sensed the trouble if I msy . Sherry?" 'The drollest reason'' said the `Beau with a dignreamer," "Yon71 ' never guess it, Tommy.' "Them -I'll not try." "Tell him, Sherry," said the Bad,� aerating his rubles. "She became angry because the Regent visited his wife late in the evening without a chaperon,"laugh- ed the old Irishman, (Co/tinned from last week.) "For what purpose, Mrs. Malone?" 'For what do yez rink?" "Perhaps they wish to present him with the freedom of the city and a service of silver plate." "Not much," eaM, Mrs. Malone. "They are going to bate his head off for him, thot's what they are going to do." "Aren't they good-natured Bee - Mot" acid Moore. I hope he will bee the humorous side of the affair and treat it all as a joke." "Well, it will be no laughing mat ter," said Mrs. Malone, stoutly. "As 1 said before, they'll make jelly of Maather Gay Spark." "How terrible!" said Bessie, half frightened. "Quite," said Moore. "He'll have a sugary time I'm thinking, for if heaven don't preserve him Sweeny will turn •him into jelly. Fria afraid he will be badly jammed one way or another." "Who can this strange gallant be?" asked Bessie. "By Gad, what if he were Sir Per- cival?"' exclaimed the poet, struck suddenly by the thought. "You don't think so, Tom?" "No, dear," said Moore, soothing- ly, ono much good luck I'm afraid." "Well, I t'ink I must be goin'," ob- served Mrs. Malone, rising from her chair reluctantly. "Good avenin' to yez both, darlin's. Oh, there will be do'n's to -night, there will be doin'a." "Tell the dairyman I sympathize with him in his domestic disappoint- ments," said Moore, "and give my re- gards to your friend Master Incognito though he is a naughty boy. And a word to you, Mrs. Malone. Don't trust him too far yourself. I'd never be alone with him, if I were you, for it is best to be on the safe side al- ways." "Stop your tazing me, Torn Moore, or I'll take you across me knee and give you what you deserve," retorted the landlady, with a broad grimace which was quite in keeping with her portly person. Moore opened the door with a bow in his most drawing -room manner, and having bestowed upon Bessie a ponderous courtesy, the old woman waddled out, runnrng into Mr. Sheri- dan, who, being about to enter, was thus rudely thrust back against Mr. Brummell, who, elegantly attired as usual, was directly behind him. "Zookel" exclaimed the Beau plain- tively. ."Sherry, I told you that you should not drink that last glees. Yo have ruffled my travel in a most shameful manner," I beg. your pardon, gintiemen," said Mrs. Malone, remorsefully, "but divil a bit did I see yez." "Mistress Bridget, no apologies are necessary," said Mr. Sheridan, •grac- iously. "How well you are looldng to -bey " "D'ye t'ink sot" giggled the an- cient dame, more than tickled by her great countryman's condescension. "On me honor," replied Mr. Sheri- dan. "You agree with me, don't you, George?" At- "Entireif " drawled Brummell, "es- tirely, 'pon my soul. How d'ye do, Tom?" Moore's face beamed with delight as he saw who his visitors were. "I'm fine," he said. "Come in, friend, and make yourself easy" "Mistress Dyke," murmured Brum- mell, with a courtly bow. "Mistress Moore that is to be," corrected Moore, proudly, "whenever' I can afford such a luxury." "What did I tell you, George?" said Sheridan, delightedly, nudging the Beau with his elbow. "Do be careful, Sherry," replied Brummell, warningly. "Tom, I con- gratulate you." So do I," said Sheridan. "You have a cheerful den, Tommy. Here is a home for you, Brummell." "Does Mr. Bramwell need a home?" asked Moore, waving his guests to the most comfortable of the chairs. "Faith, the Bean is better -at break- ing them than making them," re- marked the elder roam, with a chuckle. "Zook.!" drawled Brummell, "that reminds me of an execrable Jest of which the Regent was guilty a fort- night ago. 'W'hy am I like a farm- er?' he inquired of Percy Lovelace who politely confessed that be could detect no resemblance. 'Because,' said his Highness, 'I keep a rake within reach,' and pointed with his monocle at 'Richard Brinaley." "That is a mighty bad pun, I'm thinking," said Moore to Besets. "Toni," •ahe said warningly, "are you not already sufficiently out of favor?" "Pooh, Bessie, these lads are my friends. Tell me the news, you old gossip. Am I still in disgrace?" Sheridan shook his gray wig dole- ful ly. "You are, Tommy I regret to say," he answered. "The Regent honors you with his personal profanity al- most daily." Brummell took a dainty. pinch of USE RAZ -MAH -1b s—Me soil slew a Caqule b Gaarantavl ra tune.: ins, uses hiail rteseeni+e�st* ne etc Local Agent, 11. i3MBACH. is so Dirsfteee • ed condlU gf M:mfoa yhlan Tabs. eerecty isms Is rum u b1 . er «. °ts'Uatsecnioa"d rt . sone eti tae w . 1 the Iva ape Joirg"nwnec My, oh, myl" exclaimed Moore,: horrified. "Has the Prince no sense of decorum?" "How goes the world with yyou, children?" demanded Sheridan, Ma- ly. "Do you manage to exist without the approval of royalty t" 'We are getting on somehow. I have enough to eat, almost enough to drink—" "Yqu are indeed fortunate," inter- jected Sheridan. "I cannot recall any period in my caredr when I had any- where near enough to drink." "Y , nue said the Beau, languidly, "every Iris man does not have a bottomlesa. p1 where nature usually places a atom ach. Your pardon, Mistress Dyke, fo using so corporeal a term." "Well, to continue," said Moor besides the poeaeeslons already enu merated I have a roof over my head and these same luxuries I can afford to my wife when I get her." Bessie looked up at him lovingly as he sat down on the arm of the chair she occupied. "We will be so happy," she said shyly to Mr. Sheridan. "And We will need no chaperon, I'm thinking," said Moore, "I'll wager yon won't," said Sheri- dan, wisely, "Well, George, let's get on our way." "What's that?" said Moore, quick- ly. "Get on your way? Not mach. You are going to stay to supper with us." "Well," said Sheridan, who had risen in a hesitating way, "I—" "Oh," said Moore, divinging the cause of his countryman's embar- rassment, "it is true that you won't get much to eat, but you are more than welcome to whatever there is; and besides, think of the company you will be in." "That last decides me, if Mistress Dyke extends the invitation," said Sheridanyielding in response to a nod from the Beau, who had decided to remain. "Tom speaks for both of us," said Bessie. "Don't you, Tom?" "Yes. and some day I'll listen for both of us, no doubt. That will be when she points out my faults, lads. You must stay. Bessie will make the tea—that is, if there is any tea. If there .isn't any, she mix the whisky." "Good," said Sheridan, smacldng his lips. But -there is tea," said the girl pening the caddy which she found in the cupboard.• • "Just our luck, eh, Sherry?" said the poet, disconsolately. Buster entered at this opportune moment and busied himself, with the assistance of Bessie in preparing the simple meal. Moore drew the chairs into posi- tion by the table as Bessie laid the plates. "You are to sit there, you dis- reputable old Hibernian," said he, as- sisting Sheridan to a seat on the right. "Your place is there at the end, Fashion Plate. I'll preside just op- posite you across the festive board, and Bessie shall sit on your left hand." "Is she heavy?" inquired Sheridan, interestedly, as he sat down. "I'm speaking metaphorically," the poet rattled on. "How goes the play, Sher? " Piryzarro' is certainly doing a fine business," replied the aged dramatist. "The public !Ikea blood and thunder." "I suppose you sent a box to the Dutchman that wrote it?" said Moore. "On the contl;Ary, Tommy, I think he should buy one to see how 'his play should have been written in 'the first place," replied Sheridan, not at all disconcerted, for he made no bones about admitting his indebtedness to Kotzebue for his last great success. "For my part, I'm afraid Anacreon might not appreciate some of the Odea as now rendered according to the gospel of Thomas.16 "Well, he was dead when I tackled him," retorted Moore, "Which no doubt saved you from answering at the bar to the charge of manslaughter, for I'm sure he'd never have survived the heroic treat- ment you gave him." "Tea is ready,"announced Bessie, opportunely, "Good," said Moore. "Buster, bring the wine 7 tBut there hain't none," responded the lad. "Bring it, anyway. Any one can bring wine when there is "wine, but it takes a smart boy to fetch it when there isn't any." "Hi hain't smart hermit," said Bus- ter. "It is of no importance, Tom,' said Brummell, graciously. "Since when?" demanded Moore in surprise. "How is that, Sherry?" "I never drink," said the elder man waving aside the idea of alcoholic indulgence with a gesture of fine con- tempt. "No?" asked the poet, wondering- ly. "Oh, I suppose you have it rub- bed into your skin by your valet" At this moment Bessie, having finished setting the table, sat down in the chair pulled out for her by Sheridan and the Beau in gallant competition': and the supper began. 'Will yousay grace, Brummell?" asked Moore. "Say it yourself," drawled the Arbiter of Fashion, smiling Lazily at his hostess. "But, his Highness thinks me a ffrseelees rogue," objected the poet, sok would bean act of treason for t Co., To , Ohie. me to prove him s liar," . "Well, then, I'll . say it remelt," volunteered Sheridan, with a wink of Moore. "Good man. Hush, now, every one." Sheridan rose from his chair and, ng over took possession of the can bread plate. Ah,' said Moore,, knowingly, "then it is to be 'Give us this day our daily bread,' eh, Sherry?" You are away off the scent, Tommy," responded the dramatist in a superior tone. Nothing so rry conventional would be appropriate for thin festive occasion." t meDo'gI on, Sherry," advised Brum- ll, r hungrygrowing disgraceful i "Anything to oblige, Beau. See, e i friends, 'There's bread here for four of us: Thank GodJ there'd no more of us!" Sheridan sat down amidst the laughing approval of the others. "Th'gt," observed Moore, "is what I call a curet fine bit of prayer -mak- ing. Sherry and I like our prayers like our liquor --concentrated" "Your. -remark is a trifle paradoxi- cal," commented. Bremtmell. "Yee, Mistress Bessie, sugar and milk both." "Brummell has a sweet tooth," said Sheridan, taking the cup Bessie pass- ed him. "And Bessie has a sweet mouth," said Moore, buttering his bread gen- erously. "I suppose you know all about that, Tom?" "Trust me for that, Sherry," "That sort of credit is easy for an Irishman to obtain," said the old gentleman. "With Bessie?" inquired Moore. "That shows you have never tried Sherry." "He doesn't know whether I have or not, does he, Mistress Bessie?" "Of course he doesn't," chimed in the girl, coquettishly. "We don't have to tell him all our little frolics. do we?" "I'd hate to if I hoped to retain his friendship," chuckled the wit. "It ie like confident youth to imagine it- self ever the o.ily favored." "Look here," said Moore, aggres- sively, "there will be enough of this support, such as it is, to gee around handsomely without trying to spoil my appetite with. your base in- nuendoes, fou old scandal -school milker." "He is jealous," observed Sheridan. "Just have the kindness to remem- ber my age, Thomas." "How can I when you yourself do not?" asked the poet, slyly. "Brum- mell, pass the butter. 1 If it's throng- er than you are shout for help." "You wrong the article," said the Beau, handing over the desired plate. "It's quiescence is most amiable." "That reminds me," Moore remark- ed thoughtfully, "of a scheme I have for increasing the volume of the milk given by the cow." "Volume?" repeated Sheridan. "D' ye mean the way the tale is present- ed to the public?" "Well, if you let the bovine off- spring remain too adjacent it's bound in calf the lacteal fluid would be," re- plied Moore. "Faith, the animal should be brought to book for that," returned Sheridan. "She'd probably turn pale at the thought and kick over the cream," retorted Moore. "Dear me!" cried Bessie, "what brilliant gentlemen, are they not, Mr. Brummell?" "Yes, Mistress Dyke," answered the Beau, "they are not." Bessie laughed at the unexpected termination of the Beau's remark. "A couple of silly punsters, 'pon my honor," sighed the exquisite, nibbling his bread daintily. "I think, Sherry," said Moore, "after that rebuke we had better be less witty. I'll tell my story later on. The bili of fare includes chicken, gentlemen." "Oh, Tom," said Bessie, shocked, "how can you fib so?" In the shell, Bessie, in the shell," explained the host, holding up an egg. "Cold and hard, but so young it would melt in your mouth. Then comes bread-and-butter and tea." "My favorite disk, believe me," de- clared Btummeil. "Then comes tea and bread-and- butter. Next, some cups and saucers and knives and forks" "D'ye think we are ostriches?" de- manded Sheridan. "Then comes the beet of all, gentle- men, the dessert." "And what may that be, Tommy?" "Well, it may be custard pud- ; din ' Ah" said Brummell in an approv- ing tone. "But it isn't," continued Moore. i "It is something even sweeter and softer." "Don't arouse my curiosity fur- ther.' pleaded Sheridan. "Well, then, we are to have kisses for dessert. Sheridan and the Beau applauded noisily while Bessie blushed in is most becoming manner. "How is the dessert to be served, ; Tommy?" "I kiss Bessie," said Moore, exult- antly. "Then comes your turn, Sherry." "Ah!" said that gentleman, smack- ing his lips in anticipation. "Then comes your turn, Sherry. You kiss Brummell." The wit gave an exclamation of ito the i. away ism • lamatiod "Oh, Lordl" bp, eirdldmed, ialdiui Zeis now, w I oQg$ to' Lave kuru h that ens 1 "rented to eat . th, it is tee b a chicken to in egg, and tee muoberr to be a chialten. Buster, .sept 'dandytk asp_ awayWseaBuster t he cense of the trouhie glid stowed it outride on a elegase of the window- sill, resexvj(e it Or Ire Baa arinstede tion at somfilte:a. belle. "I never dram slush tea, Mistress Bessie;' said Sheridan�. passing his cup to be refilled. "IReally you are en enchantress." "She enchanted me years ago," said Moore. - I suited him to a tee the first time I saw him," said Basals• laughing. "A pun ia.-Mi lowest form of humor," said Moore, severely. "And therefore at the bottom of all true wit," said Sherif, corning to bis histeas's defence like the gallant old Irishman he was. "It emirs to me you two are very thidk," said Moore critically. evil have you to understand, Richard Brinsley, that I am not to be treated' with contempt." "I think Dish whisky would be what I should treat you with, Tom- my„ A happy thought," cried the poet, "Buster, the Dew of Heaven." 1'enit MOW.t igen N st Ihriallir ,. " :. eurpriae, �rbog •ltotlt the���b1sI. tboebt you were etil on foe "Not 1, Worm DAG,. I adieu sd grtirtogingilo, Ur, Bloomy - yea helve into love • you ever hear of'an Who was able to ' keep ant long?" asked Sherysr, sea band ie greeting to the your noble' man. "Your lordship has c io time. Buster, call that -away before Lord Brooking bites Get another plate, -lad.. Sherry, move up and make room for his lordship." "There hain' any more plites," said Buster in a hoarse whisper. "Then get a saucer," commanded Moore, gaily. "No, no, Tom," said his lordship. "I've just dined." "Oh, you know yon are welcome" Said Moore. "Don't be too polite ti you are hungry." • I couldn't eat a mouthful," said Lord Brooking. That's d—n lucky!" whispered Moore to Sheridan. "Tut, tut, Toni," quoth that staid old party. 'Profanity is a luxury and should be used not'abuaed." "That's like an obedient wife," said Moore. "Your lordship, this is an ishandera . �. is thehea asked $ta�• "No, wo got it by insert," add Moore. Brummell clapped his pretty irsaiba, in delight. "Egad," said he, "I've sot Intent such verbal fireworks this s i x months." "So you are betrothed, Tose?" said Lord Brooking. 'Tire darlin' has made me say 'Tae' at last," said Moore in an apparently bashful tone. 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