The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1865-04-01
From Harpers Weekly
COUSIN SILE,S OIL FARM.
CONCLUDED

NV dear sir, have taken the liberty
of bringing with me distant cousin OF
nv own, Mr. Peeks-a-ahem-a rather
unsophisticated gentle-a-in fact, just
from his extensive oil farm, whore he has
amassed his fortune, and, fear, learned
TO neglect to observances. I--ahem."
Tony astonishment Mr. Wicket shook
me by the hand
No apologies" he said. These busy
and prosperous persons are privileged;
we don't expect of them what We do OF
others. Introduce me"
All kindness to me, OF course. | felt
grateful. So introduced Mr.. Peek, and
went to find Miss Wicket, who was di-
vine in scarlet and white flowers. How
| adored that girl How l feasted OIL
her smiles, How Ireioiced in those quiet
moments when l dared to say sweet
nothings to her-when she looked ut HE
as she only could look! Every man has
been in love once in his life, they say. If
so, every man can recall his own eXpe-
rience, and know how regarded Will
helmina Wicket. Words cannot do JUS
tice to my emotions.
In her presence forgot my cousin ST.
las Peek for awhile. But soon, in the
midst of group of gentlemen. all with
their faces very red with excitement
and their eyes wide open with surprise,
aud held forth on the subject of oil.
How his tract spOuted, Sir, as if
eleven thousing whales was underneath
the arth How folks went on their knees
to get the first supplies of that lie. How
he did verify believe that, diggin' down
= full
all ready to be scooped up; and how all
the lie streams and lie wells just had
their rise OH Peek's farm, and nowhere
else, by jinge!
And when she had done singing, Will
helmina-I mean Mr.. Wicket, darted
from the crowd, and, Selling her hand,
drew her towards Silas with the words,
my love, must make you acquainted
with Mr. Peek, an oil pioneer, who has
been giving us some valuable Informal
ton on the subject of oil lands"
Poor Wilhelmina-she who shuddered
at the unpleasant perfume of marigold,
and could not walk in the garden until
the gardener had nprooted that ObnOx-
isus weed-how ! pitied her as the at
mosphere of my horrible oil cousin sur
rounded her on the velvet tete-a-tete.
For my sake you have borne it, an
gelic girl" thought, and followed her
with my eyes as Silas took her down to
supper. saying on the stairs, IL wish I'd
thought tn fetch along bottle O. lie, you
could seen how fine it ate OH salad
Aud tell you there amt nothin' like it
fer hair ile Reckon you've noticed
how slick mine looks. 1t would take the
link out O. your'n in no time"
When we parted could not help
breathing in her ear, Il appreciate your
kindness, most amiable of mortal women
-angel," And she smiled as and Silas
bowed ourselves out together
The next day there came to me dain-
ty note written as an old friend might
write Papa was busy, and papa had re-
quested her to write Could Mr. Para
graph dine with them Oh Wednesday,
and bring his dear, odd, agreeable cousin,
Mr. Peek, who had 81 interested papa
about his wells and things, along with
himl And she remained,
co.,. WILHELMINA WICKETr
Or course aIr Paragraph could He
was only zoo happy. Cousin Silas tnru-
ea his paper collar gu the other side, aud
went also
They invited Mr.. Bunsalee aud Mr..
Trumps, of the firm of Wicket. Trumps
i Bungalee TO meet US, and the CONVEX
sation ran on oil 50 entirely that it took
away my appetite But who should care
tor food who could sit near Wilhelmina
Wicket, and feel the folds of her silken
robe brush his knee-who was absolute
ly permitted to pass her plate for more
turkey, and To see that she had inst a
morsel more gravy" Not | for one. A
delicious certainty that my day dreams
were to be fulfilled, and that would one
day call Wilhelmina my own possessed
me
That night drew her hrrlr note Of in-
sitstiOn from nv hn~m. and kissed it
repeatedly.
"Remain Wilheimina Wicket Oh g.
no! 30. not long, for shall make you
Wilhslmina Paragraph Does she not
smile upon my oily cousin for my sakel',
Yes, she had been very kind to Silas
She continued So So did her papa Al
50 the members OF the firm of Trumps &
Bungalee. They made Silas Peek the
fashion, and lovely girls called him "a
dear old creature" ~ 90