The History of Mr. Polly

hrough by them. Parsons had gone, he said, to London, and found a place as warehouseman in a cheap outfitting shop near St. Paul's Churchyard, where references were not

picturesque.... Port Burdock became a dreariness full of faded memories of Parsons and work a bore. Platt reveale

manner of Mr. Garvace presently got upon his nerves. Relations were becoming strained. He a

ion, and during that time he had quite a disagreeable amo

small annuity as a guest with this cousin, and growing a little tiresome on account of some mysterious internal discomfort that the local practitioner diagnosed as imagination. He had aged with mysterious rapidity and become excessively irrit

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n improver in Gents' outfitting I beg to submit myself

s cousin took him for a walk and pointed out the superior advantages of

lpful, O' Man indeed. I might have

nd partly a high minded but forbidding coffee house and a centre for pleasant Sunday afternoons. M

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him feel more at home. The conversation was awkward and disconnected for a minute or so, and then suddenly a memory of the Port Burdock Bazaar occurred to Mr. Po

e Shoveacious Cult." There were hungry looking individuals of thirty-five or so that he decided must be "Proletelerians"-he had often wanted to find someone who fitted that attractive word. Middle-aged men, "too Old at Forty," discoursed in the waiting-rooms on the outlook in the trade; it had never been so bad, they said, while Mr. Polly wondered if "De-juiced" was a permissible epithet. There were men with an overweening sense of their importance, manifestly annoyed and angry to find themselves still disengaged, and inclined to suspect a plot, and men so faint-hearted one was terrified to imagine their behaviour when it came to an

ed, and he might have to haul himself into the presence of some fresh specimen of employer, and to repeat once more his passionate protestation of in

young man, thoroughly willing-who won't object to take trouble. I don't want a slacker, the

phrasemaker would be proffering such combinations as "Chubby Chops," or "Chubby C

s about me, sir," said Mr. Polly bright

g man who mean

, sir. E

your

of motto of mine. From Longfellow.

ed to his ideals, with a faint air of sus

sir," said

or get o

e, nodded appreciation, and sai

rs," said the employer. "My Manchester buyer ca

ngland," sai

ed. "For good all round business work I

n aspiring outfitter. Mr. Polly's conception of his own pose and expression was r

tive employer in a conclusive man

stood up

d the employer a

chops?" said the phrasemonge

you, sir," said Mr. Polly

isfactory," said the