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The Huron Expositor, 1921-01-14, Page 7>,r s By THEODORE BERT SAY.RE THE MUSSON CO., LTD. Toronto (Continued from last week.) "Was she fond of 'im?" "SFit;' was, Buster! Much more, probably, than she would have been if he bad been a better husband." "Just hlinagine Bridget Malone a- courtin . D'ye suppose has 'ow the hold gal remembers it, sir?" "I wouldn't be surprised, Buster. Such memories grow dear as old age approaches. By the Pints, lad, you've given me an ideal'' "'As I?" said the boy in surprise. "Hi didn't know has I 'ad one.' "You have fixed it so 1 can stand her off for the rent ur my name is Dot Thomas Moore," answered the poet cheerfully. "We'll not -'have to move this datc Buster." "Ho, that's fine sir. Mil and Lord Castlereagh 'ates moving. Doesn't we, pup?" The bulldog barked exultantly catching the key of hope from his ,Waster's voice. "Hof corse," said Buster, "when worst comes to worst we can keep the place by setting Lord Castlereagh to watch the stairs. No landlady hor bailiff wud hever git by 'im, sir." "That would be what is known as a dogged resistance of authority," said Muut•e chuckling at his bad joke. "We mustn't conte to that, lad." "Hall rights sir•, we won't." m Moore retu"ud t' his temporarily abandoned repeat and speedily ate his till, Buster and the dog sharing alike in the debris, which was more than enough to afford satisfaction to theta both. "Now, ['ll try to work," said Moore arming himself with a huge quill, the feathered end of which being well ,'hewed, seemed indicative of having furnished food for reflection to its owner in the immediate past. He sat down at the table, scrupulously clean - td and dusted by Baster after he had removed the dishes, and, drawing a blank sheet of paper towards him. dipper the pen in the ink, preparatory to railing upon his inspiration. But Ihat was as far as he got, for the desired idea failed: to materialize. "Hang it!" he said, throwing down the pen in disgust, "I can't write a line, How can I ex'Pect to when "¢thing is in my mind but Bessie? Ah, Bessie, Bessie you've taken any heart; now you rob me of my fancy. It will be my life next, if I'm not careful," •C'an't you think hof nothin', Mr. Moore." asked Buster, anxiously. "i'm thinking of the greatest thing in the world, lad." "Ho, Hi knows wot that is: love." "Do yuu think so, Buster." "No, sir, bet you does. W'y, sir, gals gives me pains. Hi wouldn't swap one paw of Lord Castlereagh for the 'ole sex. Wot good is they? They can't fight--" "it is evident, Buster, that you have never been married," interrupted Moore. "However; continue with your oration. I am interested." "His yea?" said Buster, much de- lighted. "Well that his fine. Hi" vontinyer. They ca?'t fight, that is nut with their fisties, hat least not hin accordance with the rules o' the ring. They is timid, hand selfish! My Lord, hain't they selfish! Halways thinking about 'o* they look; hand eating!—W'y, sir, a girl is nine -tenths happetite and the rest 'unger. Clothes and vittles his all they thinks Is worth while, hand the devotion hand efforts to please with wich we honors them hasn't naught but about 'arf wot they thinks they deserves. A gal, sir, thinks has 'ow she does the earth a service, w'en she puts 'er footsy down !utpon it. 'Arf of 'em 11imagines they consecrates the ground they walk on. Hexcuse me w'en it comes to gals. Hi couldn't 'ave. 'em sgrallin' and complainin' hany where Iii'm at. Hand then, sir they is sich fearsome liars. They Wholesale Arrests Canadians With Coughs Halt! Who goes theret Someone with a cough. Passe friend! Stop cough! yon are under arrest. Thous- ands of such arrests are being made every day in all parts of Canada. Ton long have coughs and colds evaded Justice and caused untold suffering to humanity, but at last they have been eoraered and overpowered by Can• ada's famous cough detective—Buck- ley's Bronchitis Mixture. Did you ever hear of this wonderful remedy? Why, everybody is talking and writ- ing about the great work it is doing in curing coughs, Bolds, bronchitis, asthma, etc. The following is one of thousands of letters received:—"Kindly accept my siaeere thanks for the benefit my- wife ywife derived by the nee of one of your bottles of Bronchitis Mixture. For ever thirteen years she has suffered aentely. After spending dollar after dollar upon, various remedies, no re lief was obtained. Hearing of your most marvelous remedy she decided to give it a trial and I am glad to say one -bottle has midi her well. Yoh are at liberty ,to use my name and Amid be only too pleased to answer say inquiries. Sincerely yours, John Holmes Yorkville Ave." The orig- inal of this letter may be seen at W. E. Bnokley, limited, 142 Mutual Bt., Toronto. Don't allow a cough or eold to linger withou. Away with itt Hail B e.kley's Mixture and have eeagh arrested. This remedy never fails. On every, bottle is a guarantee to refund ,the nose if not satisfac- tory. Delays are dangerous. Order aew fro= your Druggist 20 Sold in Seaforth by E. UMBACH. never radial ' idntrlpttCtollJit YPy. ycan 11001y 'evil it w eui they Astra it hand ween they repeatil it they hal' aye dr'essee it up, with .himtgutatiobs like the "d pile: fancy. clothes hod their hown hanatolny previous to hattendir)g some bloom -.,, •masquerade, Facts .halyeys as. sones a diaguiee.,hafAey .4111041114ifir.,I wid females, `1$alieve 'em we could" t and we wouldn't, veould we, doggie?" "Weill" remarked Lord Castle: rough, playfully nipping at Buster's shoestring. "Quite right, pupsy, you halways agrees with ole; there, sir ' that's one thing a wife won't do, hien't it?" "I wish I. could forswear depend- ence as you have dohBuster," said, Moore with a sigh, "but it's no use. I haven't the strength of mind. By the way, lad, did you sell the empty wine -bottles?', "No, air, but. Hill. tend to it very seen, sir. Hill get 'em hout right away," replied. Buster; suiting the action, to the word. From the cup- board hp took six bottles which once upon a time, though not very recent- ly, had contained sherry. These he stood upon a stool and watt about to ransack the depths of the closet in guest of more._ when there came a rapping at the door. Hit's Mr, Dabble from the wine - shop, sir," announced Buster, after opening the door a little. "Tell Mr. Dabble I didn't order any wine," said Moore, crossly. "Will I never get started on this poem?" Buster conveyed the mentioned in- formation to the clerk and received a reply in return that he felt justi- fied in delivering. "Mr. Dabble says has 'ow hit's a cursed lucky thing you didn't horder hanythink, and has 'ow it wouldn't do you hany good hif you bordered till Kingdom Come, sir." "He said that, did he?" said Moore, angrily, rousinfrom his labors. "Yes. sir. Shall Hi Hash 'int in the phisomy?" "No, Buster, I can't blame Mr. Porter for being angry. for it's a dog's age since I have paid him, any - thine," answered Moore. "Shalt Hi let 'in, hin?" "Not yet, Buster. First ask him what ails the stout Mr. Furter?" Baster snorted with merriment and repeated his toaster's guestion to the fellow in the hall, "'Er s•tys has 'ow you knows cons founded well wot hails 'int. 'Ne's got no 'end for hewmer, sir. Better let me mash 'im, Mr. Mour,•. The prac- tice hand hexercise would do us both (Good." "No. Buster, we'll have no violence. Admit Mr. Dabble with appropriate soleneity." "Step hin 'ere you sour -faced cockney," said Buster, throwing open the door. "Turn you noble footsies hin this direction, han don't kick the nap huff the brussels carpet with your feet stools or Hi will lift you one in the phisomy, which his igh Ilenglish fer that ugly face u' yourn, you villain." CHAPTER ELEVEN Tom Moore Received Visits From Two Cobblers and a Clerk. Asir. Dabble was a slender, sharp - featured young man of six -and -twen- ty. His face was sour and suspicious, an expression that was heightened by his wispy yellow hair that bristled up not unlike the comb "u a rooster. He was long and lank and afflicted with an overweight of good opinion as to his own merits which may have been the cause of his stooping shoul- ders. After giving Buster a squelching glance, intended to reduce that impu- dent youth to a proper degree of humility (a result which is conspicu- ously failed to -produce), this worthy person entered briskly. carrying on his arm a basket covered with an old cloth. Dabble believed in system, and in this instance having an order of sherry to deliver in the neighborhood took advantage of his being in the vicinity to dun the poet for his lo over -due account. Setting down the basket on the floor near the door, the clerk drew a hill from his vest pocket and advanced with it to the table et which Moore was pretending to be busily scribbl- ing. "Mr. Dabble sir," announced Buster. Moore did not look up. "Tell Dabble to go to the devil," he remarked, absent-mindedly, con- tinuing his writing. "Mr. Moore, I refuse to go to the devil," exclaimed Dabble, indignant- ly"Then don't go to the devil." an- swered Moore, still scribbling. "Gail on some other relative." "My employer says it is high time you paid this bill," persisted the clerk thrusting the statement of Moore's account beneath the poet's nose, as Buster quietly investigated the con- tents of the basket the newcomer had brought with hint. "You musn't believe all you hear, Mr. Dabble," replied' Moore. "Many casual statements are grossly incor- rect. Really, the aggregate amount of misinformation current these days is most appalling. Just consider it for a moment if you have never given it thought before." "I had no time for consideration, Mr. Moore." "If you had more consideration for time—that is my time --and its value, you would not be delaying the comple- tion of this poem in this mamter," Moore answered, laying down the quill with a sigh of endurance. "Sit down, Mr. Dibble." "My name is Dabble." "Well it wouldn't bend your name if you sat dnwn, would it, Dibble?" "Dabble, sir, Dabble." ."Quito true, sir. 1 frequently do in literature, but how did you know?" "Sir," said the c Irk impressively, "tine flies and time is money." "Indeed, Mr. Dibble? Let me make a suggestion then. You should take time, build a flying "machine and make money, Then you wouldn't have to bother me for mine." As Dabble stood for a moment quite disconcerted by the peu•t's remarkable advice, Buster with exquisite care that no noise should be made to frus- trate his design, extracted two of the full bottles from the deserted basket and with equal caution replaced them with two of the empty ones he had set out preparatory to offering them for sale in ,the neighborhood. So carefully dM Bnster execute this t )lam' erse� i i vd Wort::'E s, TIS Entirely Well After Sia Weeks' Treatment Wit!► "FRUIT.A-TIMES" MR. AMCDCE GARCCAV 82 Hickory St., Ottawa, Ont. "I was for many years a victim el that terrible disease, Rheumatism. In 1918, I was laid up for four months with Rheumatism in the joints of the knees, hips and shoulders and was prevented from following my work, that of Electrician. I tried many remedies and was under the care of a physician; but "wining did me any good. Then I began to take'Fruit-a-lives' and in a week I was easier, and in six weeks was so well I went to work again. I look upon this fruit medicine, 'Fruit-a•tives', as simply marvellous in the cure of Rheumatism, and strongly advise everyone suffering with Rheu- matism to give'Fruit-a-tives' a trial," AMEDEE GARCEAIJ, 50c. a box, 6 for $2.50, trialsise,25e. At all dealers or sent postpaid by Fruit-a-tivea Limited. Ottawa, Oak manoeuvre, that the attention of neither the clerk nor Moore was at- tracted to his performance, which was successfully repeated by the lad un- til only one full bottle remained in the basket this being left deliberate- ly for a certain purpose, not because the opportunity to purloin it had not been afforded him. "Do yeti intend to •pay this bill. sir?" demanded Dabble. waking up to the fact that he had been made fun of, and waxing angry according- ly. "Certainly I intend to pay it, Mr. Dibble," said Moore impatiently. "To -day?" "No, I never pay bills on Tues- day," "What day do you pay them on?" "I usually liquidate all indebtedness on the twenty-ninth of February. If you will call around then I will be pleased to settle and may perhaps give you another order. Now you really must excuse me, as I am oblig- ed to finish this sonnet without fur- ther delay." "February is too far off," objected the clerk, not comprehending the space of time that must necessarily elapse before the date mentioned by Moore would be reached by the cal- endar, for this was not a leap -year. "Well, then, pay it yourself, Mr. Dibble, if you are not satisfied with my way of doing it, Perhaps that would be the best way, after all." "Mr. Moore, have clone with joking. This bill—" "Hang it, Dibble, you stake more noise with your beak than you do ur bill." exclaimed Moore, try- ing indignation for a change. "You'll have me out of my mind, if you don't look out," Well that's evidently where our bill has been." "Out of mind, Mr. Dibble?" "Yes, sir." "Then if it has no mind it is un- reasonable, and I never pay unreas- onable hills. Buster, the door for Mr. Dibble." "I am not going yet, and my name is Dabble, not Dibble." Moore waved Buster back as that pugnacious youth was about to lay violent hands on the clerk. "Your father is responsible for your name. He is much to blame, Dibble. If I were you, I'd sue the old man for damages." "I see you have no intention of paying this bill, Mr. Moore," said the clerk. abandoning hope of collec- tion. "You must be a "mind readep,' ob- served Moore. "You could shake a fortune exhibiting your gifts in pub- lic, sir. Now my dear fellow, before you go, ,just to show there is no hard feeling between us personally, even if I owe your employer, have a drink with me." "But_" began Dabble. "I'll take no denial," said Moore, winningly. "Come, sir, you shan't refuse me. Buster, bring forth the precious Ureter and we will do honor to our guest." "I near-^ drink li drop," expostulat- ed the cloak. telling an outrageous lie incident :11y. "Well," slid Moore, with a laugh. "I never dr"o a drink, so we cancel that obiceti,•n. We will have a tiny wet together socially as two honest, gentlemen should. Vi'e will drink health to Mrs. Dibble' and all the little Duhh;••v " "There is no little bubbles, sir," answered the clerk, mollified in spite of himself by "!sera's charming man- ner. "What? Nn twins? That is an oversight sir. Oh well, we'll be sanguine, Dibble, for there is no tell- ing what. nifty occur in the future. Accidents will happen in the best - regulated families, and I am sure yours is one of the best, so cheer up and don't despair. Buster, you devil, what is keeping you ?" "Hall ready, sir, hall ready," re- plied the boy, who, having extracted the cork from one of the stolen bot- tles; had carefully wrapped' a cloth around it, so that the label would not betray his shcret to the enemy while ldl+jhti oted that t; hever4e A14 terwas, t, POtcee Ilse rite i ted biter aelf, watched as that gentleman re* h ass lo his lips, expecting the usu4cen h and sputter to fellow the** iWalibw of the fiery liquid. In ithls he; was disappointed ,tor .the_ jerk :drams gain* and with' evident enjoyment "What do you think of that whis- ky, his•, k'"Whisr. ky,ssir?'• This is sherry," answered the clerk, "and quite a re- spectable quality too.,"' c'$ow's that?" asked Moore, in t..rprise; then, sipping the contents of his own glass, he found that his guest was quite right Meanwhile Buster, fr'orp the co ealment afford.. ed him behind Mr. Dabble, was mak- ing frantic gesticulations to his mas- ter, finally succeeding in Batching his eye. "What ails the boy?" muttered Moore, rarely Puzzled to understand how his empty cupboard could have furnished the refreghntlerlt Buster had just put before thehn.- Eh?" said Mk, Dabble, sipping his sherry irr .a manner that gave the lie to•'•hls recent announcement of total abstinence. "Sherry it is," said Moore. "Fault of the label, Mr. Dabble. Your best health, sir." • "It is very fair. sherry, Mr. Moore, very fair," declared the clerk, con- descendingly, "but pardon me if I say it is hardly up to our level of quality." "Is that so, Mr. Dabble?" "Yes, sir. Now I have some really superior sherry in my basket there." , "Oh, law!" exclaimed Buster in an undertone. "'Ere is where Hi takes to cover," And he tiptoed out of the doorway unnoticed. "You don't say so, Mr. Dabble?" rttplied Moore in an interested tone. I "Indeed I do Mr. Moore. I think I have time to show you," said -Dabble, ; rising as he spoke. "By all means do so." Dabble pulled his watch from his pocket as he crossed to the basket. "Gracious!" he exclaimed. "1 had no idea it was so late. I haven't a moment to spare. Good -day, sir." "Good -day,' said Moore, politely, as the clerk picked up the basket, not noticing the difference in weight in the hurry of the moment, and open- ing the door closed by Buster in mak- ing his escape, nodded a last good-bye to the poet before going. Left to himself, Moore took another drink from his glass. "Where the devil," thought he, "'lid Buster get that wine? That boy is certainly a wonder." A tremendous crash was heard •in the hall below. Moore ran to the door, and leaning over the banister sought to discover the cause of the racket as up the stairs came Buster, running lightly in his stockinged feet. DS fhit elt "replied the boy e. n't hit awful. You .never '.. r such lan'gwidge. Hi 'Ma shocked HI am." - "You' little devil, you stripped him "'Ee can't prove it, so wot's the hodda if 111 did?" asked' Buste#, not at all abashed at his master's accu- sation. "Hi think lee must 'ave fell hover Mrs: Malone, air." "Are you hurtMr. Dabble?" call- ed Moore over tate balustrade. "No," replied Mrs,, Malone,. from far below. "He's not ' hur-ted, but he has ibroken all his bottles and the stairs is running over with sherry." I'd like to lick up the stairs," ansWered the poet. "Give him my sympathy, Mrs. Malone, and tell him I send my love to the twins." "Have you the rint, Nigher Moose?" "I'm not dressed yet Mrs. Malone." "Are you going to areas to -day?" "I am surprised at your indelicacy in asking such an immodest question of an innocent and unmarried young man," replied Moore reprovingly. "If you keep on I'll feel it my duty to mention your behavior to Father O'Houlihan, Oh, it is shocked he would be, Mrs. Malone." "Niver mind," answered the land- lady. "You lave Father O'Houlihan to me." "I don't know whether the good man will be safe in your hands after this morning's revelation, Mrs. Ma- lone. He don't look over strong." "Wait till I get hold of you, you rapscallion." "No, I can't wait," said Moore, slamming the door as he returned to • his own apartment. Buster!" "Yes, sir!" "Explain this misfortune of Mr. Dabble's." "Ho, 'ee'll never know, sir, habout the sherry," replied Buster, reassur- ingly. "He won't?" said Moore, still in the dark. "What do you mean, lad?" "Hi left 'int one fell bottle so hif 'ee should 'appen to fall bon 'is way downstairs hit would be hall right. Hi've got hall 'ee 'ad with 'im hexcept that one bottle which Ili feels has 'ow hit was a cruel shame to waste.' As the boy spoke he threw open the cupboard and exhibited his plun- der neatly arranged in two rows on the middle shelf. Moore swore gently in his astonish- ment and eat down. "Buster," said he, "have you no morals?" "Nu, sir, but Hi"'as the sherry." "Well, there is no use in sending it back, I suppose. It's six more bottles to be added to the bill when I pay it." "Yessir, this his simply hour meth- od hof obtaining more credit, sir." There to gemfine pleasur % WOO Slack - Gaon or Mixed J bu • 'Buster," said Moore solemnly. t "You are A financier. We'll have a glass tifgetber.: Promptly gat four a dapper little person, who moved with lynch lively and mannered stops, even when walk- ing at his slowest gait, that his gen- eral demeanor was highly suggestive of a dancing master in business hours entered the house which was honored by the presence of Thomas Moore and his faithful servant. This indi- vidual was a cobbler named Hypo - crates Slink, who hammered and sew- ed leather in a little store perhaps a hundred yards farther dawn the street than the house presided over by Mrs. Malone. He had red hair and a nose gently tinted with another shade of the sante color. His eyes were small, blue, and not entirely guiltless of a squint; in fact, his chief rival in the trade was went to describe him as a cock-eyed impostor. This, being re- peated to Mr. Slink, had caused him to make remarks of a decidedly acrimonious nature in reply, and as these had in their turn been faith- fully carried to the object that had drawn them forth, a bitter feud was eugendere-8, the result being that the neighborhood was frequently !provid- ed with amusement by the verbal combats of the two cobblers, for, while physical encounters seemed pending, as yet there had none taken place, Having knocked for admittance, Mr. Slink was duly announced and usher- ed in by Buster, whose manner to one I better versed in the youth's peculiar- ities would have seemed suspiciously courteous. "Good -day to you, Mr. Slink," said Moore, pleasantly. "Is your health salubrious?" "Quite werry, sir." replied the cob- bler,' approaching his patron with his usual mincing step. "And have you the boots, Mr, Slink?" "I have, sir," replied the cobbler, exhibiting a nestling benea$h'hits they are, air, but You monied .cash, say, sir, I intimidated as as I could that I mut sir, before I could Ietypu sir " i "So I have been informed by man," replied Moore. "Really,,, good sir, such sus cios nare ' ,R worthy of you. Believe me, with regret I perceive the teint cynicism in an otherwise' ehentshie: character." ' "Yes, air," answered Mr. $Ti4,`-5..,. "Yes, sir. Them is lot boy . otRa' sentiments, but I 'have a large tam ily, and one that I may say, proudly and truthfully, sir, is on the steady' increase." "My sympathy to you in your mis- fortune," said Moore, hastily. "Ah, England owes much of her advance, .. ment to her noble citizens. It 'la such men as you make possible the Orphan Asylums, for without the young and deserving what would be- come of such worthy institutions?" "Sir, you take the werry'-words out o' my mouth. 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