"In the end the evidence against me was held to be insufficient to
justify a conviction, and I got off on the minor charge of drunk
and disorderly. But I lost my situation and I lost my young lady,
and I don't care if I never see a goose again."
We were nearing Liverpool Street. He collected his luggage, and
taking up his hat made an attempt to put it on his head. But in
consequence of the swelling caused by the horseshoe it would not go
anywhere near him, and he laid it sadly back upon the seat.
"No," he said quietly, "I can't say that I believe very much in
luck."
DICK DUNKERMAN'S CAT
Richard Dunkerman and I had been old school-fellows, if a gentleman
belonging to the Upper Sixth, and arriving each morning in a
"topper" and a pair of gloves, and "a discredit to the Lower
Fourth," in a Scotch cap, can by any manner of means be classed
together. And though in those early days a certain amount of
coldness existed between us, originating in a poem, composed and
sung on occasions by myself in commemoration of an alleged painful
incident connected with a certain breaking-up day, and which, if I
remember rightly ran:-
Dicky, Dicky, Dunk,
Always in a funk,
Drank a glass of sherry wine,
And went home roaring drunk,
and kept alive by his brutal criticism of the same, expressed with
the bony part of the knee, yet in after life we came to know and
like each other better.
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