Penny Dreadfuls, 1894 · page 87 of 400
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wr ie - =n m - a a wie nen _feabos of eterna! biles.” bute to yoar 74 HR MYSTERIES OF THN COURT. eg ee © EAE eo eee to form a similar decoction for future use. The] samo style as when we first introduced him to the appendage of the moustache concealed that pecu- | reader,—a black suit—a white neckcloth, display. liar formation of the Burker’s upper lip which | ing no collar—shocs and stockings, the former rendered him so easily recogrisable; and the gar- | with very large bows;—while a capacious cotton ments which the Duke supplied him, as well av | umbrella kept company with his Jow-crowned hat the wig, aided in the accomplishm@t of the dis- | which he had deposited on the carpet. How is guise. rom amidet the quantity of boots and|it thet all “saints” carry cotton umbrellas? A shoes which the male domestics of the establisl- | “saint” evidently doos not cousider himself perfect ment had left down-stairs to be cleaned by the | without such an appendage. However rich he underlings in the morning, Marehmont bade the | may be, you will never see him with a silk um- Burker choose a pair that would fit him; and he | brella: it is always a cotton one. If you peep did the same in respect to the hate that were sus- | into Exeter Hall, a glance will soon satisfy you pended in the servants’ hall. The Duke then | that all the umbrellas which tap upon the floor at placed a sum of money in the villain’s hand—and | some peculiarly refreshing portiou of the speaker's bade him form a bundle of his own cast-off clothes, | discoarse, are atout cotton ones, and there shall not so that ho might sik it in the Bret pond or stream | be « single silk one amongst them. A cotton um- he should reach breile is as inseparable from a genticman “ saint” All these mattete being settled, the transmog- | aaa brandy ask is from a lady “saint ;” and per- vified Mr. Barnes took his deparsate from Oak-] haps there is an equal number of both umbrellas lands; and the Dake of Marchmwalt returned to his | and flecke at every meeting at Exeter Hall or any own chamber, | other resort of the sanctimonious. “Tt was Saten’s wif” he thoupht withinehis| But to return to out harrative. Mr. White own mind, “who threw this fellow in mp way to-| Ohoker sate upon the sofa ncxt to Linda; and night! I con tow diepemse with the sérview of buving toyed for some little while with her, he Btanhope,-which, after et ts “ advahtage: for: began to notice that the expression of her coune he is more squeetwish than I hed fancied—-wheteas | #edanco was pensive evan to moutnfulness. on the other hand this rufian will @o my desi-| “Tell me, my dear gir\,” be said, in that whin- noss without compunction end withows vemetes. | ing cattting tono which from long bevit he now in- For fate will soon be sealed ; wd now I Rave daly | variably adopted, so the\ even bis professene of to think what t to ¥e dose With bo khim—if) love were conveyed in an Exeter Hall snivel,— indeed it bo he Whwvelf tu the Gvity person, and | “tell me, my dear girl, what oppresses your mind f not a spirit whens 5 Save seen 1” If you have seetet woes, let your Joviug friend Choker share them: for whwn you smile, Choker omits shall smile—~end when you Weep, the faithful Choker shall weep likewise,” OHAPTEER XCVIIL Two pearly teire were now tHckling down Linda’s cheeks; and Mr. White Choker, porctiving TER sarht, the samme, thought it expedient % ides them away in the first instance, and then to get up-a Httle Tire scene again shifts do London. In ea well-| sympathetic snivel of his own in the sesond tn- furnished room at a beautifal little suburban villa,| stance. In #0 doing, he pulled out bis white Mr. White Oboker was sosted upon a sofa with the | kerchicf; and, behold ! a bundle of Traete fell upon mistress whom ene Angelique kad 20 kindly| the floor, They wove the newly published effusions provided for tis. his was Xtude, the German| of one of the mest wéowcls and most beauty. She was dressed ih an elegant deshaittde, | influcstial members of the Foteign Cannibal- consisting of a in wrappér; and| Recleiating, Neyto-Obristianising, and Naked- which, though it came up to the throat, neverthe- | Savage-Clothing Soviety; and on receiving them less defincd all the voluptuous proportions of her| that very morhing, Mr. White Choker bad assured form. Tbe rich masses of her auburn hair en- | his trusting and pious wife that he wduld hasten framed her countenance with{ heavy bands, and/ off to distribute them amongst the “ benightod :” were degligently knotted behgid the well shaped | but inctead of doing anything of the sort, he had head: for it was not yet | sped, as we have seen, to the villa which he had toilet bad still to be aecomplis? bd. rived for his mistress. “But tell me, my dearest Linda,” said Mr. White Choker, when ke fhncied he had gone through a sufficient process of anivelling, and turn- ing up the whites of hia eyes, and sighing and came to bie arms; and he wds very far from/ groaning, “tell me, my love, what it is that ails auspecting thet she was in the way to become aj you? If you bave any remorse for the life you mother. On the occasion when we now find him] are leading, set your mind et easo: for the good geated by her side, he hed only just arrived at} that I'do in the world more than compensates for the villa, where he hed not passed the prseeding any lectic indiscretion or weakness of which I may night: for be could nat too often adopt towards! be guilty; and the cloak of my sanctity covereth the wife of his boscm, the excellent Mrs. Wiite| thee also, my deat Bat hang it! Iam Choker, the excuse “that he was geing to Keep not on the platform now! I really thought I was vigil of blessed prayer by the bed-side of a dear| for the moment. Linda dear, tell your own brother is the cuod works who was lying at that| faithful Oboker what it is that afflicts you; and he extremity which was but the passport to the! will do everything that Mes in his power to cupéri- J beautiful mistress. Several days had now passed since he first became possessed of her: he firmly believed that she was all but virtuous when she : Dis, White Chole Was Gtiebed in precisely the “Slow om 1 ove tell fou Re tenth” unid te, =. COMIC OOO© SS (CO)