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te a «“ My dear. sir,” suid the youth to, not give me the money to pay for them.” “Pay ! vulgar idea!” cried Captain Ho- ratio. Clarence Walsingham aloud. “Mr. Snipbodkin gives the best tick in the worlds and if he dared send in a bill—” “Oh! no, sir,’ interrupted the tailor,— “nO bills till they’re asked for, I assure you, sin? ce | “Send them home on Saturday,” said the Captain, swaggering out of the shop, fol- lowed by the astounded Peter, who sneak- ed behind his companion in a way which induced many people to believe that he was a pickpocket who had an eye to the Captain’s handkerchief. : “Where are we going to now ?” inquired Master Muggins. “To my boot-maker’s,” was the answer ; and in a few minutes Captain Walsingham turned into a shop, whither he was follow- ed by the youth entrusted to the benefit of his experience and example. | ak What for?’ asked the young man, tiny idly. i Can’t walk with you shoes,” repliedythe Captain. “Here—take the dimensions of this @entleman’s foot, Mr. Awlworthy.” | | “ Directly, sir,” said the boot-maker ; and flinging his new customer upon a chair, he took up his foot with such precipitation, that Master Peter Muggins lost his balance _and fell to the ground. “ Beg pardon, sir— a thousand pardo course : sir. There, now you Patent leather, of -% “4 ried Captain Walsingham ; and the particulars of the order were forth- with en m the ponderous folio upon the compt Pog, ” said the boot- “An inch and a quarter at least,” re- turned the Captain ; “ and. mind, Awlwor- tliy, that they are sent‘home to this gentle- man on Saturday night, or you shall lose r 9 ‘thy would doubtless have been exceedingly vexed to deprive;himself, by any indiseretion of his own, of the pat- ronage of an indiyidual who not only or- dered upon credit at least: one pair of boots per month, but who moreover condescended to borrow a few pounds every time he en- tered the shop. os his intended brother-in-law, “T do not want |M these. clothes; and even if I did, pa will| of if you wear such’ ABROAD, “277 What do you mean by ail this ?” asked ster Muggins, mustering up a few sparks of courage. “If you intend to give me ese articles, I cannot accept them; and . if you intend me to pay for them, I cannot do so without. the assistance of my father.” “Tick is the order of the day, my dear , fellow,” was the answer, delivered in a con- temptuous tone of voice; “never: bother yourself about payment.. If I had time I would conduct you to Forbes's splendid laboratory in the Blackfriars Road. Hyery man of fashion visits that place, and pur- chases some of his famous Phoenix Pomade or Jelly of Roses. He supplies the Royal - Family ; and being a deuced liberal gen- tlemanly fellow himself, gets p lenty tom. When I had a favorite horse of mine shaved last year, the coat didn’t come quick enough, and so I ru him all over with this Phoenix Pomade: the consequence was . that all his hair grew again by the very next morning. But, as I was saying, never think of paying |” | “But that is dishonest,” said the youth. Captain Walsingham intimated that if it were dishonest, it was only “over the left,” ‘and that a man could net wear “a shocking bad hat.” He then assured Master Peter. . Muggins “that his mother knew that he © was out;” and wound up his very elegant oration naps 0 “that it was just as he thought, and no more than he expected.” He did not, however, condescend to explain the subject of this unchangeable conviction. w “Now then,’ said Captain Walsingham, \ after a long silence, during which he and his eompalion had reached Charing Cross, “as I am rather thirsty, and as you must see a little of life, I will just introduce you to a set of the nicest fellows in existence.” “Without uttering another word of expla-. nation relative to the place whither he was 4 conducting his young friend, Captain Wal- singham turned to the right, lounged lei- surely towards St. Martin’s Lane, stru into May’s Buildings, and led Master Pete into an elegant and faslionable little public house, called the Sutherland Arms. ie coffee-room of this select hotel is about five yards long by three in breadth. It is dimly lighted—or rather the darkness is diminished—by two panes of glass looking into a small court-yard bounded by high walls; and thus a greasy coat, shabby antaloons, or a gossamer hat y [ comoticed one of the snug little which grace and utilize the room. The w { ' : a) a t % % a : : . MI ; a ‘ a ’ - ea 7 4 GOnple NOOLKS