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"Evidently that is why you are flying from Chester," she contrived to say with a little laugh. "I pin my faith in the Restoration," he retorted. "It is a fair parallel. It took Charles twenty years to reach Rowton Moor, but the modern clock moves quicker, for I am there in five days." "I am no good at dates " she began, but Mrs. Devar discovered them from afar, and fluttered a telegram.
"Say, Rowton, wrap up that little merror an' them side-combs an' send 'em along, too, please. So long!" Part II Time: Same morning. Plate: Store in Washington. Second Monologue, by Mrs. Trimble: "Why, howdy, Mis' Blakes howdy, Mis' Phemie howdy, all. Good-mornin', Mr. Lawson. I see yo' sto'e is fillin' up early. Great minds run in the same channel, partic'larly on Christmus Eve.
But a nearer view only completed my discomfiture, for it was one of those greasy-shiny hats which go with frayed trousers and broken boots, and which are the symbol of "better days," of hopes that are dead, and "drinks" that dally, of a social status that has gone and of a suburban villa that has shrunk to a cubicle in a Rowton lodging-house.
Is Lord Beaconsfield's biography ever to be given to the world? Not in our time, at any rate, if we may judge by the signs. Perhaps Lord Rowton finds it more convenient to live on the vague but splendid anticipations of future success than on the admitted and definite failure of a too cautious book.
Disraeli, in a letter which I have, expressed his regret that I should have been opposed, in 1868, by some Belfast Conservatives, and did all in his power to prevent this. I was always, as he knew, and Lord Rowton knows, a loyal follower of Disraeli." In conversation, Mr.
Aleck built a university or two per Sunday; also a hospital or two; also a Rowton hotel or so; also a batch of churches; now and then a cathedral; and once, with untimely and ill-chosen playfulness, Sally said, "It was a cold day when she didn't ship a cargo of missionaries to persuade unreflecting Chinamen to trade off twenty-four carat Confucianism for counterfeit Christianity."
"Frances 'lowed to kill me out to-day, but I lay when she sets eyes on de yaller-winged butterfly she'll 'preciate de resurrection o' de dead ef she never done it befo' in her life." Part I Time: Daylight, the day before Christmas. Place: Rowton's store, Simpkinsville. First Monologue, by Mr. Trimble: "Whoa-a-a, there, ck, ck, ck! Back, now, Jinny! Hello, Rowton!
The man in the chair eyed the two of them cautiously, and not without suspicion. He cleared his throat with a palpable effort. "Of course," he said. "It's all on the strict private. Name of Edward Mollison, sir." "And where do you live, and what do you do?" asked Spargo. "You might put it down Rowton House, Whitechapel," answered Edward Mollison.
"No wonder she thought I was a low-down dog to buy sech a thing an' mark it in my own name no wonder here on Christmus, too. The idee o' Rowton not seein' to it thet it was done right " By this time the little woman had somewhat recovered herself. Still, she stammered fearfully. "R-r-r-owton ain't never s-s-s-saw that pitcher.
But I pass on to the common lodging-houses that accommodate a lower class than is found in municipal or Rowton houses. Probably none, or at any rate very few, of my readers have had a practical experience of common lodging-houses. I have, so therefore I ask them to accompany me to one of them. In a dingy slum stand a number of grimy houses that have been converted into one big house.
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