The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1873-10-18

Mrs. NOBODY AND THE BRUSH BOYS.
On one OF the streets Of Wheeling lives
Mrs. Nobody; you can see her at almost
any hour Of the day leaning over the
smooth! iron pickets of her gate-she Is
one Of those afecdonate souls who carry
the whole neighborhood on their shout.
ders. Not movement, however slight (,
escapes her regulating consciousness; her
sharp ears are on the alert for whatever
may transpire, and not gate on either
side, down both lengths Of the block, can
click, but she hears 1t, and instantly takes
note Of all going in or coming out. To q
dot she knows how much milk Is taken at
every house on the square. Bless you!
she knows oil about the trouble Mrs.
Wholesoul issput to to keep her hus-
band from staying out late nights,
and you'd better believe she can tell you
the reason. "Poor, dear Mrs. Toothless"
cannot keep a pretty hired girl in the
house, and when the policeman brings Mr..
scarccrow home in q hack so frequently
at midnight, they needn't tell her what's
the matter; she has seen respectable men
brought home by policemen before to-
day. The boys love Mrs. Nobody; for
not an apple NOT a bunch Of grapes can
they purloin from the neighboring yards
that she does not discover and report
upon; and especially those Brush boys;
the worst boys on the street called her
"Tommy" sneak and herself a busybody,
and they were "everlsstingly in mis-
CHIEF" and got her innocent boy into
scrspes-her good boy. Last night as
she stood at her old post, prying up and
down street for sight, she was reward
ed by seeing troupe of boys darling
out Of Stubb's yard-an old man the boys
delight TO worry. They were closely FOL.
lowed by that savage gentleman, brand
ishing a betty horsewhip. They had to
scatter and plunge over fences and across
lots to got out Of his way. One boy,
though, was so closely pressed that
he had just time 10 dodge behind
tree as Stubs rushed past.
Was he saleS No not bit Of It. The
ferret eyes Of Mrs. Nobody saw that
wicked little rascal crouching down in fear
and trembling. She felt sure 1t was one
Of the Brush boys, and her soul was glad
that she could point him out to stubbs.
"Give it to him good, dol" encouraged
Mrs. Nobody from her doorway. "He
deserves II; It's one of those wicked Brush
boys, I know; the worst boys on the
street." She soon had the satisfaction Of
hearing that heity horscwhip whistling
round a thin pair OF pants, followed by
screeching howls Of misery, and she felt
the holy calm Of one having performed
a Christian duty as that boy con.
tinued to squirm and howl when
on her astonished ear fell these
words In the unmistakablc voice Of the
biggest Brush boy: THUNDER and light.
ming amt old Stubs laying II on to
Tommy Nobody" It was even SO, and
through the encouragement Of the moth.
er, old Stubs made Tommy's back cost
a heap Of limb'soothing syrup and stick.
ing plasters before he got well. The
pants too require half.soling, but as
mother Nobody is not an overly good
hand at patches, our advice to her is to
go 10 II. Frank, the square dealing one
price clothier, 40 Monroe street-(now
known as 18th streeD and replenish that
boys wardrobe. Bear in mind Franks
asking is his selling price; any one who
can prove he varies from this rule, Is en-.
titled to and will receive cash reward
OF one hundred dollars.