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whose building-lots already commanded fabu- rent, and made no allusions to the advancing lous prices, where stylish equipages awaited the price of beef and butter. The table was nicely plainest-looking people, and the most dashing laid, supper substantial—for those gentlemen trudged off on foot. This ever-varying pano- who dined in town—with sponge-cake, fruit, rama so interested Mr. Tompkins that he was and real cream for a dessert. His bed, too, was astonished to find himself landed at a similar in every way satisfactory. The room was rathdepót for freight and passengers, where Mr. er small, to be sure, but fresh and neat as a pin, Ellis was seized by a charming woman in a with a breeze blowing straight through it, and Swiss cottage-hat and jaunty apron with pock- when a shower came up in the night, and the ets, and several other gentlemen were captured rain pattered musically on the roof (the only in the same delightful way. He had never ad- thing he remembered with pleasure of his mired Mrs. Ellis particularly before, but in that Greene County sojourn), he did not mind behat, and apron, and blue muslin dress she was ing so near it. almost bewitching. Her manner toward him If the ladies had been lovely the night bewas so different from the way she received him fore, how do you suppose they looked in their at her own house in Thirty-fifth Street; so cor- white morning-dresses, or those “open things," dial, so frank, as if he had been the most inti- as Mr. Tompkins in his ignorance designated mate friend the family reckoned upon; and as peignoirs, displaying the loveliest of worked they walked up the little avenue of chestnuts petticoats and embroidered slippers. Jaunty and locust-trees that led to the house, he was in- little caps, too, perched in the most fascinating troduced to their fellow-boarders on that foot- way over the braids of the night before, or ing

where they were supposed to be coiled snugls The acquaintance of the gentlemen he had away, though I am sorry that candor obliges me made already on the boat. They, too, seemed to mention that several of them were left on equally fortunate in their domestic relations; dressing-tables up stairs. More “saw-dust," their wives were to all beholders picturesque, but Mr. Tompkins did not once suspect it; in fond to them, and affable to the new arrival. fact, he was quite ready to be laughed out of

"I was so alarmed at first, when the cars ar- the saw-dust theory altogether, when, after an rived without you, Frank. You have no idea! | affectionate parting at the water's edge, he Mrs. Smith and I had een a quarter of an hour found himself tête-à-tête with Mr. Ellis, once at the dépôt. But I knew you'd come by the more cmbarked on the Mountain Fay. boat, so we kept on."

“Don't you ever get tired of each other, “Yes,” said Mrs. Jones, looking up with a though?” he inquired, as he dwelt on his friend's devotion never seen in city life off the stage, matrimonial and paternal happiness. “you have no idea what I suffered in that time, “Not a bit of it; we don't see enough of Wesley. If you only would tell me when you each other. That's the beauty of business, my expect to come up in the boat."

boy. It gives her the day to herself and the “It keeps you so much longer,” said Mrs. baby, plenty of time to dress, and be dying to Ellis. “Half an hour ! only think of it, Mr. see me when I arrive." Tompkins! It's really cruel, isn't it?”

Yes, the baby?” queried Mr. Tompkins, “How's baby?” inquired both husbands in a dubiously. He had admired Franky, as in duty breath.

bound, but at a distance; nothing could have “Franky seems quite drooping”—Mr. Ellis induced him to trust himself within arms'looked instantly anxious—"but Mrs. Smith length. thinks he is going to get a tooth, and says we "Oh! when we get tired of him we send him must expect it.”

off. Nurses are a great institution, as you'll i Oh dear, yes !” Mrs. Smith, who was an find, when you come to it." advanced matron of twenty, with two children Mr. Tompkins blushed pink and white at the under three years of age, had made up in rapid- insinuation, and seemed to be counting the ity what she lacked in the duration of her ex- baskets of cucumbers, tomatoes, green corn, perience.

and water-melons, that the boat-hands were Mr. Tompkins fell to wondering as he list- bringing on board from the Yonkers' wharf, ened, how much “saw-dust” might be hidden where they were just landing. under this apparent devotion; but the way was “ There's two things besides though," he reshort, and he was speedily ushered upon a broad, marked presently, having his eyes on a party shady piazza, with plenty of lounging-chairs, a who waited only the disposal of the water-mel. lawn, a view of the Hudson, and a large vege- ons to embark themselves. A mighty pretty table garden to the right, giving promise of fu- face under that Quaker-looking bonnet! ture enjoyment.

“Two things I hear a great deal of at our He found himself perfectly at home before house. Mrs. Jenkins tells me of little things the evening was over; smoking with Mr. Smith, occasionally, that fall under her notice, you see. applauding his wife's music, discussing Illinois She always says I'm like a son to her-been Central with Mr. Prime, and asked to make one these three years. She says, you know, that a of a boating party with the Longs. The land- fellow can't afford to marry, girls are so awfullady, too, was a good-natured, well-to-do-look- ly extravagant, and that's why they go and sell ing woman, who did not seem in distress for themselves—as Georgy Mandeville didto old

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fellows, that won't make a row when the bills | or angry recrimination!" No. What if Mrs. come in."

Ellis was right, and Bob and Mrs. Jenkins “Mrs. Jenkins hasn't any daughters to get wrong? What if a man could support a wife on off herself, I suppose," suggested Mr. Ellis, “and two thousand a year? What if the Quaker finds it convenient to call on you now and then bonnet was his wife-oh! madness—and they to help her out with the landlord."

were boarding up with the Ellises, in a large “Never mentioned it, `pon honor! The old room opening on the piazza, and she was only lady must have told-never breathed it to a going down with him to buy herself some gloves, living soul! How did you find it out?" said and gaiters, and a work-basket, with a twentyMr. Tompkins, greatly astonished that Mr. dollar bill he had presented to her! oh, rapEllis should get wind of a little negotiation ture ! hedged in by so many privacies.

But Mr. Ellis did not know her name even, The Quaker bonnet moved forward. A nor the captain when he came round to collect dainty little boot peeped out from the full, not the tickets. To oblige his friend, Mr. Ellis intoo full, skirts that were raised just clear of the quired of him in a confidential undertone, and dirty plank at the gangway. Mr. Tompkins was the captain-the Goth-turned directly round right. The young lady looked up for a moment. to see what young lady was meant, to the great Such a fresh, sweet young face! Such nicely- mortification of Mr. Tompkins, who was sure she fitting fawn-colored gloves, balancing the para- would be offended at the outset, and naturally sol so airily, set off the hands, not the parasol, enough at finding herself the object of remark by a full under-sleeve gathered in a large puff from strangers. at the wrist! A graceful black mantilla-Mr. Politeness forbade him to follow her off the Tompkins was so particular about a lady's dress boat, up Chambers Street to Stewart's, where a neat little checked silk, blue and white, not too he was sure she was going, and listening to the dressy, or too plain, either for the boat or the name and address she gave the shopman, while city to which she was bound ! “Well, there,' he thumped on the counter with his pencil and as Mr. Tompkins remarked to his friend, “if I called “cash.” He felt himself rash enough was going to choose a lady's dress, I couldn't get even for this at one moment, but remembered it up better myself! Ain't it sweet, somehow!” | the next that “discretion was the better part

“Do you suppose she'd go and run in debt for of valor, and virtue its own reward." frocks and bonnets ?" said Mr. Ellis, returning He found the truth of those original and to his friend's last inquiry. “Does she look as valuable reflections the same evening, when, if she'd do a thing of that kind ?”

having braved the astonishment and wrath of Mr. Tompkins thought there might be an ex- Mrs. Jenkins, left a message for his laundress ception. No, she did not, he was forced to say. with the chambermaid, and armed himself with She looked, if one could go by looks, to be one a carpet-bag, he made his way to the little of those reasonable, admirable women who steamer, saluting the principal officer as he could ask her husband right out for a twenty- came on board with the “Ah, how are ye, capdollar bill to shop with when she wanted it, tain ?" of old and familiar acquaintance. and spend neither more nor less.

The blue silk dress was there before him—the “So does my wife. Pooh, pooh, old fellow! brown bonnet which he had interposed as a it's the daily press, and landladies that don't like mental shield to the wrath of Mrs. Jenkins, and to run the risk of losing a man who pays up her parting hint at the probability of his returnregular, that are to blame for all that stuff and ing with fever and ague, shaded the same nonsense. The newspapers have certain seasons fresh, lovely face, not heated and flushed and of the year for preaching female extravagance-jaded, as other ladies appeared by comparison. they come round exact, if you'll only notice it, and then-but here description fails us-imwhen politics are dull, or a panic in the stock- agine his emotions, when, hovering in the danmarket desirable. It doesn't cost me so much, gerous but fascinating vicinity, Mr. Ellis hav. by considerable, as it did when I was a bache- ing taken the cars, and he being thus freed to lor. Jones says just so. My wife's the most follow his own sweet will-his friend Joe Coldeconomical little creature that ever did a Sat-bath having accosted him with a “How are urday's marketing."

you, my boy?" turned at once to the young lady, “There she comes !"

and exclaiming “Good gracious, Addy!” kissed So she did emerge from the door close by her-yes, actually kissed her before every body them, the blue silk dress, the gaiters, the gloves, - before him! sustaining themselves on nearer view; so did the No wonder she blushed and drew back, and face, softly shadowed by a lace frill inside the said, “Oh, don't !-how could you ?” But what brown silk bonnet-not a dark stupid brown, you right, even if they were ten times alone in the must understand.

most secluded parlor, had Joe Coldbath to kiss Mr. Tompkins, modest to a degree, could not that dimpled cheek? help letting his gaze dwell for a moment on that “Here you've been all this while, and G. animated picture.

Albert too—know him ?-Oh! allow me-Mr. “Those large gray eyes, with their dark Tompkins, my cousin Miss Burton; intimate lashes, ever flash vindictively? Those dimples, friend of mine, Addy-and I've been as solithat smile, ever disappear in fretful discontent tary as-as"


“A Shanghai in a barn-yard !” suggested self obliged to refuse the Primes, as they came Miss Burton, in the most provokingly merry just one day too late. Their room, the choice way, while the dimples came and went, and the of the house, opening upon a balcony with a smile was for him, this time-yes, all his own. dressing-closet attached, was already engaged Silence was the only strain of eloquence Mr. to Mr. and Mrs. G. Albert Tompkins—and wedTompkins could command at such short notice. ding-cards, in a glazed envelope, accompanied

“Don't be too hard on a fellow ; come now,” the application. said Mr. Coldbath, surveying his figure with an A charming room it was, too, when the little air of peculiar satisfaction. “Never thought extras ordered by Mr. Tompkins had arrived, of looking for you. Stupid, wasn't it, when I and found their place in the judicious arrangewas going up to stay over Sunday? How's Un- ment of the bride, who toiled as she never had cle Sam and grandma?”

toiled before to get every thing in order before It was a short interview-very. They were Albert should return from town the evening within a mile of the wharf when the introduc- after their arrival. tion took place; but he had spoken to her, he Mrs. Ellis quite satisfied her by the commendwas acquainted with her from that time forth. ation she bestowed upon her labors. Mrs. Green It gave him the privilege of speaking to her the remarked that she never had seen one of her next time they should encounter each other, and boarders' rooms look so much like home. That who knew but some day she would be quite was just the look, with the new matting and alone, and he should have the good fortune white curtains Mrs. Green had contributed in which now befell the unappreciating Coldbath their honor-because, as she said, “she took of opening his arm to escort her on shore, and some credit for the match somehow, Mr. Tompprotecting her from the crowd of passengers and kins having done all his courting from there boat-hands that always jostle one so the five the summer before"—the easy chair, Mr. Tompminutes before landing ?

kins's bridal present to himself, the sewing chair He took a retrospect of the last twenty-four and work-table he had chosen at the same time hours before he retired that night, sitting, with for the happy little woman, who had drawn them his neckerchief laid across his knee and his shirt- up to the window, and laid a little cambric colcollar meditatively unbuttoned, by the open win- lar and gold thimble on the open box, which dow of what was for six weeks at least his own was the only bit of "saw-dust” about the room,

How small and contracted it seemed for she had not set a stitch. Her bird hung in to the one occupied by his friends below, who the window. Their united libraries made quite had a lounge, and a work-table, and every thing a display on the large what-not, though the secomfortable! What a look a woman did con- lections were by no means rare or classic, and trive to give to a room; and he thought of his vases, bronzes, and trinkets generally—a part last glance at the one he had so long occupied of their large stock of bridal presents were scatat 1081 Tenth Street, the number of “traps'tered about wherever there was a place for any lying about, the cheap novels, and empty ci- thing to stand. gar-boxes, and porter-bottles, covered with the Mrs. Ellis said, “Charming! but you might dust that accumulated so miraculously through as well enjoy such little elegancies while you the day, if the chamber-maid did her duty ev- can. ery morning by the furniture, as she vowed Mrs. Tompkins wondered, “Why not al. she did.

How he did admire the country—the foliage Mrs. Ellis said, “Oh!” but concluded not to and the moonlight, the river and the Palisades ! explain. She thought what ducks and drakes He wondered what kind of a man Joe Coldbath's Franky would make of Bohemian glass inkUncle Tom was, and whether he “required a stands and carved chessmen, if they indulged in character” of every young man he allowed to such trifles. visit his daughter. No discordant sound broke “Oh, I expect to have such comfort here !” upon the quiet of the hour, though the window said the bride, too happy to question what might was open below. So there could be children be withheld. “You must bring your sewing who slept all night, and did not require their often, Mrs. Ellis, and sit with me, I feel so well father to walk up and down with them en dés- acquainted with you. Albert has told me so habillé. And Mrs. Ellis had kindly demon- much about you and Mr. Ellis; he says if it strated to him that evening that they had actu- wasn't for Mr. Ellis I shouldn't have been here ally lived on eighteen hundred the first year now, he had such horrid ideas about women! they were married - and what was that old only think of it!" proverb about “What man has done man can “Oh yes, indeed, he was quite a heathen!" do?" No wonder that, with such absorbing " But he's altered his mind entirely, now; topics of meditation, he sat up much later than and he's so fond of memoh, you have no idea was good for him, and let his watch run down what an excellent husband he makes !" for the first time in five years. •

“Let me see-you have been married almost Time runs on, however, though watches stop; six weeks," said Mrs. Ellis, going back with an and when Mrs. Green, of the “Chestnut Grove effort of memory to their own honey-moon ; House," Tarrytown, came to receive applications well, I dare say he does." for her rooms the ensuing season, she found her- “But if you don't commence dressing pretty

ways ?"

soon you won't be ready to go down with us to bad the Sailor and Robinson Crusoe, and scatter meet him.”

the crumbs saved from his scanty dinner so that “Oh dear, you are ready now! but, Mrs. the birds could pick them up. His wife, Mabel, Ellis, I was going to tell you one thing more—" was a delicate, ailing woman, somewhat troub

“Not another word !” and Mrs. Tompkins led with the vapors, but in the main kindly and had reason to congratulate herself on her friend's sensible. “Honest folk were they,” says a decision, for she was just fastening her brooch neighbor, in his rough Northumbrian dialect, when the bell of the Mountain Fay was heard. “ but they had little to come and go upon, and Mr. Tompkins was walking the deck impatient- were sore haudden doon in the world.” ly, almost sorry that he had been sentimental Children came to them-six in twice as many enough to go up in the boat, “just to see how years—of whom George, the second son, was it seemed," and to sit in the same place where born on the 9th of June, 1781. The colliery he had first met Addy. Half an hour was a people can not reckon upon a permanent home; great deal to lose, even for this satisfaction. they “ follow the coal;" when one pit is ex

“I tell you what it is, old fellow, there's not hausted they must betake themselves to another. one man in a hundred knows how to love a Men now have some reason to point out among wife!” he said to Mr. Ellis, just as they came the heaps of ashes, coal-dust, and cinders, the in sight of the lovely group under the chestnut- little clay-floored house near the village of trees.

Wylam, in which lived four families, where Mr. Ellis agreed to the proposition, but add- George Stephenson was born ; and another coted that it had been his remarkable fortune to tage with a single room, in the neighboring know the "one man” out of several hundred. village of Dewly, to which “Old Bob,” follow“It's generally found so at first.”

ing the coal, removed. Mr. Tompkins took no notice of this implied With so many mouths to fill, wages twelve insinuation that his case was by no means sin- shillings a week, and bread at war prices, there gular. “They say the first year is so hard, too, must be no idle hands. So little George was to get along with each other. Well, if it is, all thought lucky when he found favor in the eyes I can say is, I wonder what the rest are! How of a woman whose cows had the right of graztime does fly, though! here we've been mar- ing along the wagon road. For twopence a ried five weeks and three days! Positively, it day he was to see that the milky mothers kept doesn't seem like a week!”

out of the way of the wagons, and did not tres“Don't find it so monotonous as you did ?” pass on the bounds allotted to others ; he was

“Oh, don't mention it!" and he waved his also to shut the gates at night after the last coalhandkerchief in return to a similar signal from wagon had passed. By-and by, when his legs shore. “Just see! she's put on that very dear grew long enough to straddle the furrows, he old blue and white silk! She knows how I ad- was promoted, with doubled wages, to the more mire her in it! How much a woman will do laborious work of leading the plow-horses, weedto please her husband! won't she, now ?” ing turnips, and the like.

“Why, yes; I suppose it is doing a great But the boy was ambitious of higher things. deal to put on a last year's frock when she has He would become an engine-man like his father; twenty new ones,” said Mr. Ellis, as they strode and when he had grown up to be a great bareover the ten steps between them and happiness. legged boy, he found work in the colliery. First

“What's all that?" demanded his wife, catch- he was set to picking the stone out from the ing the last words of the colloquy. “Who's ac- coal, and then was promoted to driving the gincused of having twenty new frocks? Has Mr. horse, with wages at the rate of eightpence a Tompkins relapsed into last year's heresies ?” day. When he was fourteen, he was taken on

“Not at all, not at all!” and Mr. Ellis drew by his father as assistant foreman. It seemed her arm in his, leaving the lovers to follow by somewhat suspicious that such promotion, with themselves. “We were only remarking that six shillings a week pay, should have fallen to domestic life was a succession of mutual sacri- such a lad, and he was in constant trepidation fices; and Mr. Tompkins prefers it, even at that lest the owner of the colliery should think him cost, to a bachelor existence."

too small a boy to earn so great wages; and he

was wont to hide himself when the dreaded THE FATHER OF RAILWAYS. owner went his rounds of inspection. These

were the days of the great Napoleon wars; TO TWO generations ago Robert Stephenson, bread was dear, trade uncertain, labor precari

familiarly known as “Old Bob,” lived near ous, and the workmen of England were badly Newcastle-upon-Tyne, in the northern coal re- off, notwithstanding the great demand for ablegion of England. It was said that the family bodied men to be food for gunpowder did much had once possessed property ; but he was poor to keep down the competition in the ranks of enough now, his occupation being that of fire- peaceful industry. But the Stephenson family man to a colliery steam-engine, by which he lived in tolerable comfort. • Old Bob" kept earned the magnificent sum of twelve shillings his engine fires burning and received his weekly a week. He was a thin, care-worn, gentle man, twelve shillings, the two older boys together who would gather the boys around his engine earned as much, the younger lads were pickers fire, telling them wonderful stories about Sin- land wheelers, and the girls helped their mother


at home. There were no idle hands, and the intervals while his engine was faithfully doing family, all told, earned some seven or eight dol- its appointed work. Once at least, this acquisilars a week.

tion afforded him a pleasure quite beyond the George soon outgrew all fears that his size addition which it furnished to his regular wages. would stand in the way of his promotion. At Pretty Fanny Henderson intrusted him with the fifteen he was a stout bony lad, who could lift a task of new-soling her own shoes. It was a laheavier weight and fling a hammer further than bor of love, and as he carried them home one any of his comrades. In another year, as he Sunday afternoon, he could not refrain from went one Saturday night to receive his wages, summoning a companion to admire what a caphe was told that they had been raised to the ital job he had made of them. No knight of full sum of twelve shillings a week. “I am a old romance, whom his lady had deigned to made man for life!" he exclaimed, joyfully, as grace with her glove or scarf, was ever more, or he left the foreman's office.

more justly proud, than was George Stephenson In another year he was raised to the more in the possession of these cherished shoes. The responsible post of engine-man. Instead of first guinea which he ever saved, in the ownermerely feeding the machine, he was to keep it ship of which he thought himself a rich man, in order and superintend its working.

was earned by the exercise of the craft of St. He had always shown a decided mechanical Crispin. This guinea became the parent of turn. While watching the widow's cows he had more, which enabled him, at the age of twenamused himself with making clay engines, with ty-one, to furnish a modest home for Fanny, pipes and conduits of the hollow stalks of the who now became his wife. This was at the colhemlock plant. The steam-engine became his liery of Willington, some fifteen miles away, pet: he was never tired of studying its mighty where he had obtained employment as brakeplay, docile as a child and strong as a giant. man-a position still higher than that of engineThe greater portion of his spare time was spent man, which he had previously filled. Thither in taking it apart, cleaning it, and putting it to- rode bridegroom and bride, in good old-fashgether again. He soon understood it thorough- ioned style, upon one stout farm-horse, borly, and was rarely obliged to summon the col- rowed for the occasion, while groomsman and liery engineer to remedy any defect.

bridesmaid accompanied them upon another. At eighteen George Stephenson was a ful- The young man had always been sober and grown man, earning a man's wages, having the industrious. Once, indeed, the bully of the pit entire charge of a steam-engine, and master of insulted him and challenged him to fight. His all the details of its working and construction. friends tried to dissuade him. “ Are you goin Though he knew much, he was ignorant of that to feight Nelson ?” they asked, in alarm. “Ay, which to an American seems the first step in all never fear for me; I'll feight him." Nelson knowledge. He had never learned to read. Few went into training for the battle ; Stephenson of his fellow-laborers were better taught. Na- kept on at work as usual, and one evening, aftpoleon was now in the first flush of his fame, er the day's work was over, the “feight” took and there was no more eager listener than place. In a few rounds the tough, agile young George Stephenson, when some favored collier brakeman polished off the burly bully in capital read aloud, by the engine fire, the newspaper style. This was George Stephenson's first and reports of his brilliant Italian campaign. These last fight. papers told also, now and then, of the wonder- By day the young husband attended diliful steam-engines of Watt and Boulton, and the gently to his break, filling up every spare moyoung engine-man knew that if he could learn ment by making or mending shoes, and cutting to read he might learn all about these fa- out clothes for the pitmen-for he had taken up mous inventions. A poor schoolmaster taught the trade of tailor as well as that of cobbler. By a poor school not far from the colliery. Thith- night, in his humble home, he tried as best he er George repaired three evenings in the week, might to master the principles of mechanics. after twelve hours' hard work. In a year, at Like many another self-taught mechanic he the cost of threepence a week, he had learned worked at a Perpetual Motion, and of course to read after a fashion, and to write his name. like others he failed. Accident put him in the To reading and writing he determined to add way of turning his mechanical ingenuity to betarithmetic. His master set him sums on his ter account. Coming home one night he found slate, to be wrought out at odd moments during scene of sad confusion. The cottage chimthe day. In the evening he took back his solu- ney had been on fire; the neighbors had extintions for examination, and received new prob- guished it by pouring down water, and the room lems for the next day. In a short time he mas- had been flooded. Worst of all, his fine eighttered the “four fundamental rules” and “Re- day clock stood still, the hands mutely pointing duction,” and reached the magic “Rule of to the hour of the disaster. The mingled soot Three.” Beyond this the humble acquirements and steam had found its way within the case, of his teacher did not extend.

and clogged and rusted the wheels and pinions. At twenty George Stephenson took lessons in He was told that he must call in the watchsome other departments of knowledge. He fell maker to repair the damage. No: he would in love with a pretty servant-girl; and, besides, do it himself, and save his money. He tried learned to mend, and finally to make, shoes, at and succeeded, and the clock was soon ticking

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