The Lime-Kiln Club.

Southland Times, Issue 4490, 30 November 1882, Page 3

The Lime-Kiln Club.

" If Brudder Pizarro Grant am in de hull to-night he will please step ford," began the old man as Samuel Shin struck the triangle and sets its quivering notes dancj^ing along the ceiling. Brother Pizarro was present, and he stepped, his eyes having a squint of alarm and his knees losing their sand with every motion.

" Brudder Grant," continued the President, " you am a young man on do doahetep of life : you war wery tight pants an' a wery short coat, an 1 a wery narrow hat, and you look decidedly wretch-er-chee. De great world am befo' you. If you begin right no man dares bet two to one dat you won't sit in a Gobernor's char befo' you nm 50. If you begin wrong it will be 3afe to bet 1600 to nuffin' dat you will bring up in State Prison befo' you am ten y'ars older." "Yes, sah, Ize tryin' to start right, said Pizarro as Brother Gardner stopped to swallow a pint of ivater. " I hope so — I hope so, but I doubt it, Brudder Grant. Ize had my eye on yon tur aur some teette time tack. I doant' fink you would lie or steal or burgler or forge, but you has fallen ; nto one werry bad habit. De odder day you met a friend in front of my cabin, an' when he axed if you war gwine on de excursion you replied dat you would ' gasp to gurgle." On anoder occashun I heard you remark dat yon would ' mix to murmur.' Again jqu observed dat you would 'sigh to stifle.'