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Let us occupy it free of rent, and I will pay the housekeeping bills of the establishment. That will be mutually advantageous, and will especially suit your daughter, who, of course, has a child's attachment for home. What do you say to the proposition, respected father-in-law?" Mr. Whedell did not catch at it with the alacrity that was expected of him.
"You miserable thief!" continued his matrimonial partner, aiming a blow at him, which he playfully parried; "why didn't you tell me you were a beggar?" "Why? Because you didn't ask me. For that matter, why didn't you or your father tell me that you were beggars?" "Poor, dear wifey!" said the emollient Chiffield. "None of your 'poor dears' to my daughter, you jailbird!" screamed Mr. Whedell.
It will at least save me from the self-destruction which I had contemplated." At the word "self-destruction," Mrs. Chiffield cried aloud, and threw herself on her parent's breast, with a fresh flood of tears. These tears swept away the last trace of Matthew's prudence. He whipped out his pocket book, and delivered over five twenty-dollar gold pieces to Mr. Whedell.
The ceremony was witnessed only by the officiating minister, the sexton, the happy father, and about two hundred of the floating population of Broadway, including a number of pickpockets, one of whom sounded the recesses of the coat tails appertaining unto Mr. Whedell and his son-in-law, as they were coming out of church, and found nothing in them.
Frump, leaving on the minds of her hearers the impression that her estimate was the correct one. "I never saw anything so slow," pursued Miss Whedell. "Would you believe it, Mr. Maltboy here are two hours gone, and we have not had more than how many callers have we had, Gusty? You keep account of them." Mrs. Frump drew out a little memorandum book from one of her pockets, and consulted.
By the time Quigg could open the door, a half dozen flushed persons were ready to step in, and did so, brushing him aside. More than a score of others followed, and all plunged pell mell into the presence of Mr. Whedell and daughter. "Here we are, Mr. Whedell, by appintment," said the spokesman of the party, Rickarts, the shoemaker. "I see you are," responded the placid Whedell.
"Yes," said he; "our firm, like others, has had its ups and downs; but then, business would not be interesting without some little risks, you know." The easy manner of his son-in-law convinced Mr. Whedell that no "little risks" had shaken the firm of Upjack, Chiffield & Co. "Ah, yes," said he. "Rich to-day, poor to-morrow the history of the world.
Whedell knew could be inflicted only by a creditor. It would not do to admit his son-in-law into his budget of family secrets just yet. So he said: "Now, Chiffield, you must need some rest. Let me not detain you, my dear fellow. Your room is on the first floor. I'll show it to you." Mr. Whedell snatched a carpet bag out of the hand of his son-in-law, and hurried up stairs with him.
Frump made a personal application of the remark to herself, and replied, rather coldly: "I have no doubt that it makes old persons feel younger," and then she looked at Matthew Maltboy, and seemed to be listening to the conversation between him and Miss Whedell. Mr. Overtop paused a moment, and tried again: "Is it not pleasant, though sad, Mrs.
The proposition was accepted, as the best thing that could be done under the circumstances, and all the creditors retired. Mr. Whedell then locked the door, and proceeded to inform Mr. Maltboy of the black-hearted treachery of which he and his daughter had been the victims, in the Chiffield alliance.
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