The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-07-12

wv Two young gentlemen aud thelr wives desire
country boarding Ina private house, about an hours
gencGf once
OF course there Is nothing strange in the
advertisement, and II is perfectly legiti.
mate for the young gentlemen and their
wives 70 want to go into wooded harbor
while the heated wave cooks and broils
people In the city. The answer 10 this
plain, tlnassuming inquiry, though, Is
the thing that struck the advertisers with
joyi as its poetic composition pictured o
perfect paradise, and the 1.-TWO young gen.
tlemen and their wives longed 70 see the
spot they long had sought and
mourned because they found II
not, Advised by their Sisters and their
cousins and their aunts," the advertisers
concluded to examine this lone spot OF
beauty and comfort on earth" The letter
was grandlloquent In description, pictuf.
ing q neat cottage empowered by trees,
whose grandeur was unexcelled by the
giant shades 1.-THE primeval forests. The
interlocklng branches formed q complete
veil from the glazing sun, and through
the intentices let through the CLEANS Of
light, which In Its subdued sottness dis.
PEELED the Stygian gloom. The poetic
fancy Of the letter was not equalled by
Claude Melnotte's description OF the sum.
mer palace his high born bride was TO
sigh In.
The humble cottage in this vale Of
paradise was pictured as
4 palace lifting To eternal summer,
VI coolest foliage muEcal with birds, &c.
Words never failed the writer, for the
'lone and lorn" widow with several inter
esting children, who had never taken
boarders before, but would like to take
the Two young gentlemen and their
wives" for the sake Of their company, kept
her fluent pen OF fancy on the paper until
she had traced the silvery stream OF Big
Wheeling Greek, whose cleaning waters
laved the grassy banks OF this ideal farm.
The prosaic milk.house was not forgotten,
where we keep our butter and milk, and
to which is flagstone walk" said the
eloquent widow, though we can't Imagine
what difference It made 10 the country
boarders whether the milk.house was in
Egypt, /, ,,., :,
beneath the arching vines and wonder why
earth could be unhappy. The perfumed
zephyrs,. heavily laden with their rural
sweets, kiss the aching brow and soothe the
weary to rest. The dew is as OF the tears OF
the gods, shed for this place, time and oc-
casion only, land diamonding the fieldsin ir-
descent beauty vanishes in the suns warm
glance like the fading tints OF glorious
rainbow. The Widow does not stop with
describing the immediate surroundings OF
her place, but looks with sentimental eyes
to the waving fields and grassy slopes be-
yond st. Clairsville, which she declares
can be seen tromjthe back windows.of her
rooms, rs by 10Y, which she proposes to
rent including board, for S. per week, ''if
you don't think ittoo much" she timidly
adds. In TACT, the tropical groves, or even
the walks Of Hesperides, oft trod by god
like forms, could not approach this Ohio
Elysium ION paper, as colored by the fan
citnl brush OF the Buckeye State Widow.
This glowing description was eagerly
read by the couple "who desired country
boarding. at private house, within an
hours drive OF the city," and, like Pau.
line, when Claude Melnotte had finished
describing his imaginary palace at Lake
Como, and who, in answer to CIaude's in.
9uiry, "dost like the picture" declared
that she was enraptured, and was anxious
TO take the next street car, 30 our urban
cousins, like the bee upon the honeyed
flower, took it all in, and concluded that
one OF them should 60 out as an advance
guard to see the lay Of the land.
Our friends, who were anxious to get
out OF the dust, dirt and sweltering heat OF
the city, accordingly went out the Ohio
pike, and following the directions of the
widow, turning off at the foot the big hill,
entered the gate Of their supposed para.
disc. The gentleman, who was accompa.
MED by his wife, was watchful Of the land.
marks so infinitely described by the ma
tron, who was so anxious to have them for
their company-and S. week-and keep.
ing up the creek, he passed over a country
road, and had travelled that distance
when he thought it was about time to
come within sight Of the empowered and
poetic cottage, from whose back windows
you could see the verdant slopes sur
rounding st. Clairsville. Seeing man
approaching, our city friend drew the
rein OF his horse and inquired OF Rusticus
If he knew where Mrs D. o. Wright, a
widow, lived? (the lone and lorn widows
name
The rural chap, after preliminary
scratch Of his head, replied that he'd be
goldarned If he did. Now there's them
Wrights wot live over on the ridge, but
nary one OF ems widdies.
Not disheartened our determined city
gentleman proposed to push on till he
found the particular secluded widow he
was searching for. Several others met on
the road were importuned as to the
whereabouts of Widow Wright, but none
knew anything about that mysterious
matron. They were far in the country by
this time, and unless Widow Wright lived
In the clouds the couple felt sure Of hit
ting the place soon.
Meeting another inhabltant, the final
trial was aged upon, and II he didn't
know where widow Wright lived, they
resolved upon retracing their way, and let
the widow revelin the rural delights her
poetic home in her own good company.
"Mister," said our city friend, and by
this time the question had become so mo-
notonous that he had TO take good laugh
before propounding It; but finally con-
trolling his risables, continued, edo you
know where Mrs. D. o. Wright lives, or
does she live, or II she's dead show me
her grave, for / feel like weeping it,"
No; he didn't know anybody Of that
name for miles around, and he had lived
in the neighborhood all his life.
"Well, II you ever do hear OF Mrs.
Wright, just tell her We were looking for
her, please.
It was no use going any further. Mrs.
D. 0. Wright might live, move and have
her being in some spot on earth, but our
friends were pretty well satisfied that she
had no existence In that neighborhood;
that possibly something was wrong while
they had been searching for the rg6t.
"1fthis is joke,it must be swallowed,
l suppose, soliloquized our chagrined
seeker for country boarding, but It Is not
80 SMART after oil to take a man from his
business for day, without counting ex.
pense for buggy hire" The team was
turned around and homeward bound they