The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1873-01-03

complimented her on her bravery, gave 2
humorous account Of his getting into the
wrong house, and they were both In 3
high good humor, when the door opened
and q shrill female voice burst out: "Ah
ha! my fine lady, this Is the way you
take cife Of the house when / am at
church, Is It? You're q pretty thing,
amt you? filling my kitchen with
drunken old tramps. You're pretty
thing =,
al the first explosion Mr.. Virgins had
bounced 10 his feet. BE endeaVored to
explain, but was overwhelmed by tor
rent Of abuse. My name Is Simon Wig
gins, madam, and"
"Well you can just Virgins ont OF this
house as fast as you can, and that hussey
can go with you" -.
"But am a friend Of your husband"
exclaimed Mr.. Virgins with impressive
dignity; II shall not go without an ex'
PLANTATION"
II don't know him at all, my love-.
never saw the man before in my III" and
Mr.. Jones come to the front. Mr.. Wig
gins had not noticed him before, but now
10 his CONSERVATION, he saw that this man
was as much OF a stranger to him Gs the
other Samuel Jones had been. VI beg
pardon" said Mr.. Virgins meekly,
you're the wrong man. I've been hunt
ing Samuel Jones, but you're not the
one" a.t
"My love- said Mr.. Jones, ~ expect
he wantsto see our ueighbor across the
street."
mo" said Mr.. Virgins mourniully,
ave been there; he's not the one either"
but there are two-one on each cor
ner."
"Oh, well, l don't think want to see
any more Of them. Good night" and
taking up his hat and carpet bag, Mr..
Virgins went sadly forth into the street
The night was dark and 1t was begin
ming TO rain. The wind whiStled mourn:
fully through the leaaess trees; and to add
to the general gloomy aspect ofthe street,
there was no gas. Mr.. Virgins felt pro-
foundly miserable. The house on the
northwest corner was the only one that
showed light. It was the one in which
Samuel Jones No. 8 was supposed to
dwell 1t looked very bright and cheer
full within, but two disappointments had
discouraged Mr.. Virgins and he felt no
disposition to risk third. he was turn
ing away with sigh when the window
curtain was drawn bach, revealing . coy
room, q bright fire, and q lady looking out
into the street as If she was expecting
somebody. Mr.. Virgins stopped. The
place looked very inviting. Should he
try his luck there or not? Possibly this
was the very house he should have gone
TO first. BE would try.
The lady he had seen at the window
answered his ring at the door. :,
"Go0d evening, madam; l am In search
Of Mr.. Samuel Jones, an old friend OF
mine. My name Is Simon -"
"Oh yes come in. l have been expect
ing You. You are from Missouri! Come
in. Husband said to tell you that he was
very sorry, but important business called
him to St. Louis last night and he could
not welcome you, but l should make you
comfortable until he returned. You did
not meet him, did your He will DO back
at one o'clock. There, take chair. Let
me have your overcoat and hat. Won't
you take of your boots? Here is q pair
Of warm slippers. Supper will DO ready
in just minute. Now make yourself per
feCtly at homo and / will see about the
toast" and away she whisked out OF the
room, her handsome face fairly beaming
with hospitality.
swell, this Is something like" said Mr..
Virgins, as he drew his chair up to the,
fire and proceeded to make himself COM
Portable. "But how Che deuce did Sam
my hear that l was coming, wonder.
III ask her when she comes In"
In marvelously short space Of time,
as 1t appeared to Mr.. Virgins, Mrs. Jones
re.entered the room, followed by q trim
girl bearing a waiter which was absolute
ly heaped with smoking and savory vi
ands for his discussion. A table was
wheeled up to his chair, snowy cloth
spread over 1t, and the supper placed in
array thereon.
MIR, Virgins was hungry and needed
not the pressing and repeated invitations
to "hclp himselfn But at last he pushed
his chair back, declared he could eat no
more, wiped his mouth contentedly with
his napkin, and asked Mrs. Jones how
Sammy had heard he was coming.
"Oh l don't know; he heard somehow
got q letter, / suppose"
"But l didn't write" said the mystified
Mr.. Virgins.
"Oh well he heard, anyhow; and dear
me how he has been talking about you
and the times you used TO have together,
and everything, Obi he heard," and away
yt,onk Mra IoHna roNkl,nr, ~, yvikhOnk civ.
ing him time to get in q word more.
Presently, rec0llecting herself, abe beg
ged all kinds Of pardon, but Of course ne
must be tired, and she would show him
his room at once, II was right adjoining
the parlor, Mr.. Virgins breathed q
happy little sigh ashe entered It. II was
very snug and coy, and the satisfaction
he lelt in 1t, after all his troubles were In
describable, Disrobing himself he was
soon tucked in between the snowy sheets,
and 50 sank into blissful Inconsistencies.
Mr., Virgins had no idea Of the time,
but he was awakened from his plumbers
an hour or two after, by voices In the adj
joining room, In earnest and excited con-
versation. "What? In the house now
Where is hep" TWAS q mans voice.
20 my there in that bed room." 1t
was Mrs. Jones that spoke now.
"oh, the WILLAMETTE imposterl Where
is my pistolE I'll teach him q lesson in
personating other people that he'll re-
member as long as he lives /"
"Oh, don't" pleaded Mrs. Jone, "he
will murder you know, Hs's the most
hloodthtrsty looking villain you ever
saw