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r Gllk  6l)-l'? G,?_nlz ?? I'? ??II)I I fcTLife in a Boarding House 1 '1 I OUR SHORT STORY. | WELL," said little Mrs. Tibbs to herself, W as she sat in the front parlour of the as she sat in the front parlour of the Coram- street mansion one morning, mending the piece of stair-carpet off the first landing; "well things have not turned out so badly either, and if I only get a favourable answer to the advertisement, we shall be full again." Mrs. Tibbs resumed her occupation of mak- ing worsted lattice-work in the -carpet, anxiously listening to the two-penny postman, who was hammering his way down the street at the rate of a penny a knock. The house was as quiet as possible. There was only one one low sound to be heard-it was the un- happy Tibbs cleaning the gentlemen's boots in the back kitchen, and accompanying him- self with a buzzing noise, in wretched mockery of humming a tune. The postman drew near the house. He paused-so did Mrs. Tibbs-a knock-a bustle —a letter-post paid. T.I. presents compt. to I.T. and T.I. begs to say, that i see the advertisement And she will Do Herself the pleasure of calling on you at 12 o'clock to-morrow morning. j T.I. has to apologise to I.T. for the short- ness Of the notice But i hope it will not unconvenience you. I remain yours Truly, "Wednesday evening." Little Mrs. Tibbs perused the document over and over again; and the more she read it the more she was confused by the mixture of the first and third person; the substitution of the "I" for the "T.I. and the transition from the "I.T." to the "you." The writing looked like a skein of thread in a tangle, and the note was ingeniously folded into a perfect square, with the direction squeezed up into the right-hand corner, as if it were ashamed of tiself. The back of the epistle was pleas- ingly ornamented with a large red wafer, which, with the addition of divers ink-stains. bore a marvellous resemblance to a black bettle trod upon. One thing, however, was perfectly clear to the perplexed Mrs. Tibbs. Somebody was to call at twelve. The draw- ing-room was forthwith dusted for the third time that morning; three or four chairs were pulled out of their places, and a correspond- ing number of books carefully upset, in order that there might be a due absence of fomality. Down went the piece of stair-carpet, before noted, and up ran Mrs. Tibbs "to make her- self tidy." The clock of New Saint Pancras Church struck twelve, and the Foundling, with laud- ablp politeness, did the aame ten minutes afterwards. Saint something else had struck the quarter, and there arrived a single lady with a double knock, in a pelisse the colour of the interior of a damson pie; a hat of the same, with a regular conservatory of artificial flowers; a white veil, and a green parasol, with a cobweb border. The visitor (who was very fat and red- .e.:J\ _1. — .1 1 > !»- £ 1 O. Tibbs presented herself, and the negotiations commenced. "I called in consequence of an advertise- ment," said the stranger, in a voice like a man who had been playing a set of Pan's pipes for a fortnight without leaving off. "Yes!" said Mrs. Tibbs, rubbing her hands very slowly, and looking the applicant full in the face-two things she always did on such occasions. "Money is no object whatever to me," said the lady, "so much as living in a state of retirement and obstrusion." Mrs. Tibbs, as a matter of course, ac- quiesced in such an exceeding Iilatural desire. "I am constantly attended by a medical man, resumed the pelisse wearer, have been a shocking Unitarian for some time, and have had very little peace since the death of Mr. Bloss. Mrs. Tibbs looked at the relict of the de- parted Bloss, and thought he must have had very little peace in his time. Of course, she could not say so; so she looked very sympa- thising. "I shall be a good deal of trouble to you," said Mrs. Bloss, "but for that trouble I am will ing to pay. I am going through a course of treatment which renders attention neces- sary. I have one mutton chop in bed at half-past eight, and another at ten, every morning. Mrs. Tibbs, as in duty bound, expressed the pity she felt for anybody placed in such a distressing situation, and the carnivorous Mrs. Bloss proceeded to arrange the various pre- liminaries with wonderful dispatch. "Now mind," said that lady, after terms were ar- ranged, "I am to have the second-floor for my bedroom?" "Yes, nia'ani. "And yc,,Li'll find room for my little servant, Agnes. ?" "Oh certainly." "And I can have one of the cellars in area for my bottled porter?" "With the greatest of pleasare. James shall get it ready for you by Saturday." "And I'll join the company at the breakfast table on Sunday morning," said Mrs. Bloss, "I shall get up on purpose." "Very well," returned Mrs. Tibbs in her most amiable tone, for satisfactory references had been "given and required," and it was quite sertaiii that the new corner had plenty of money. It's rather singular," continued Mrs. Tibbs, with what was meant for a most bewitching smile, "that we have a gentleman now with us, who is in a very delicate state of health—a Mr. Gobler. His apartment is the back drawing-room." "The next room?" inquired Mrs. Bloss. "The next room," repeated the hostess. "Haw very promiscuous ejaculated the "Ill dow. "He hardly ever t- up," said Mrs. Tibbs, in a whisper. "Jfor cwK'd Mr- Bloss, in an equally low tone. And win-ft ¡w is up," said Mrs. Tibbs, "we never can persuade him, to go to bed again.. • "Dear me!" said the astonished Mrs. t Bloss, drawing her chair nearer Mrs. Tibbs. "What is his complaint.?" Why, the fact is," replied Mrs. Tibbs; with a most communicative air, "he has no stomach whatever." "No what?" inquired Mrs. Bloss, with a look of the most indescribable alarm. "No stomach," repeated Mrs. Tibbs, with a shake of the head. "Lord bless us What an extraordinary case gasped Mrs. Bloss, as if she under- stood the communication in its literal sense, and was astonished at a gentleman without a I stomach finding it necessary to board any- where. "When I say he has no stomach," explained the chatty little Mrs. Tibbs, "I mean that his digestion is so much impaired, and his in- terior so deranged, that his stomach is not of the least use to liirn-in fact, it's rather an inconvenience than otherwise." "Never heard such a case in my life ex- claimed Mrs. Bloss. "Why, he's worse than I am." "Oh, yes replied Mrs. Tibbs, "certainly." She said this with great confidence, for the set of the damson pelisse satisfactorily proved that Mrs. Bloss, at all events, was not suffer- ing under Mr. Gobler' complaint. "You have quite incited my curiosity," said Mrs. Bloss, as she rose to depart. "How I long to see him He generally comes down once a week," replied Mrs. Tibbs; "I dare say you'll see him on Sunday." And with this consolatory promise Mrs. Bloss was obliged to be con- tented. She accordingly walked slowly down the stairs, detailing her compliments all the way, and Mrs. Tibbs followed her, uttering an exclamation of compassion at every step. James, her husband (who looked very gritty, for he was cleaning the knives), fell up the kitchen stairs, and opened the street door, and, after mutual farewells, Mrs. Bloss slowly departed down the shady side of the street. It is almost superfluous to say that the lady whom we have just shut out at the btreet door (and whom the two female ser- vants were inspecting from the second-floor windows) was exceedingly vulgar, ignorant, and selfish. Her deceased better-half had been an eminent cork-cutter, in which capacity he had amassed a decent fortune. He had no relative but his nephew, and no friend but his cook. The former had the insolence one morning to ask for the loan o ffifteen pounds, and by way of retaliation he married the latter'the next day; he made a will im- mediately afterwards, containing a burst of honebt indignation against his nephew (who supported himself and his two sister,3 on £100 a year), and a bequest of his whole property to his wife He felt ill after breakfast, and died after dinner. There is a mantel-piece looking tablet in a civic parish church, setting forth his virtues, and deploring his lose. He never dishonoured a bill, or gave away a half- jefCiiilv The relict and sole executrix of this noble- minded man was an odd mixture of shrewd- ness and simplicity, liberality and meanness. Brought up as she had been, she knew no mode of living so agreeable as a boarding- housc, and having nothing to do, and no- thing to wish for, she naturally imagined she must be very ill-an impression which was most assiduously promoted by her medical attendant, Dr. Wosky, and her hand-maid, Agnes, both of whom, doubtless for excellent reasons, encouraged all her extravagant notions. Mrs. Tibbs inmates were all lords of the creation, and she availed herself of the oppor- tunity of their assemblage at the dinner table to announce the expected arrival of Mrs. Bloss. The gentlemen received the communi- cation with stoical indifference, and Mrs. Tibbs devoted all her energies to prepare for the reception of the valetudinarian. The second-floor front was scrubbed and washed, j and flannelled, till the wet went through to the drawing-room ceiling. Clean white coun- terpanes, and curtains and napkins; water- bottles as clear as crystal, blue jugs, and I mahogany furniture, added to the splendour and increased 'the comfort of the apartment. The warming-pan was in constant requisi- tion, and a fire lighted in the room every day. The chattels of Mrs. Bloss were forwarded by instalments. _b irst there came a large hamper of G inness's stout and an umbrella; then a train of trunks, then a pair of clogs and a bandbox, then an easy chair with an air cushion; then a variety of suspicious-look- ing packages, and—though last not least- Mrs. Bloss and Agnes, the latter in a cherry- coloured merino dress, open-work stockings, and shoes with sande ls, looking like a dis- guised Columbine. The installation of the late King Edward as Chancellor of the Welsh University was notlilii., in point of bustle to the installation of Mrs. Bloss in her new quarters. The chop- eater was so fatigued with the process of re- moval that she declined leaving her room until the following morning, so a mutton-chop, pickles, a two-grain calomel pill, a pint- bottle of stout, and other medicines, were car- ried upstairs for her consumption. "Why, what do you think, ma'am?" in- quired the inquisitive Agnes of hermistress, after they had been in the house some three hours, "what do you think, ma'am? The lady of the house is married." "Married said Mrs. Bloss, taking the pill and a draught of Guinness's, "married Im- possible She is indeed, ma'am," returned the Colum- bine, "and her husband, ma'am, lives-he- he-lives in the kitchen, ma'am." "In the kitchen Yes, ma'am; and he—he—the house-maid says, he never goes into the parlour except on Sundays, and that Mrs. Tibbs makes him clean the gentlemen's boots, and that he cleans the wondows, too, sometimes, and that one morning, early, when he was on the front balcony cleaning the drawing-room windows, he called out to a gentleman on the opposite side of the way, who used to live here, 'Ah! Mr. Carlton, sir, how are you?' Here the attendant laughed till Mrs. Bloss was in serious apprehension of her chuckling herself into a fit. "Well, I never I" said Mrs. Bloss. "Yes, and please, ma 'am, the servants give him gin-and-water sometimes, and- then he cries, and says he hates his wife and the boarders, and wants to tickle them. "Tickle the boarders exclaimed Mrs. Bloss seriously alarmed. "No, ma'am, not the boarders,, the ser- vants. "Oh, is that all said Mrs. Bloss, quite satisfied. "He wanted to kiss me as I came up the kitchen stairs, just now," said Agnes, in- dignantly, "but I gave him—the little wretch This intelligence wan but too true. A long course of snubbing and neglect, his days spent in the kitchen, and his nights in the turn-up bedstead, had completely broken the little spirit that the unfortunate volunteer had ever possessed. He had no one to whom he could detail his injuries but the servants, and they were almost of necessity his chosen con- fidents. It si no less strange than true, however, that the litHe weakness which he had incurred, most probably, during hi3 military career, seemed to increase as his com- forts diminished. He was actually a sort of journeyman uiovanm in the basement story. I (To be concluded in our next issue.)

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