The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1881-04-29
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The Question Happily Answered by q
GTay.HaiEed philosopher.
Brooklyn Eagle.
"Are you the gentleman who ansWeri
the questions sent to the EdOlsI"
The voice was filled with music, and aG
the bent and gray philosopher who oficl'
ates rs encyclopedia for the institution
looked up his eyes were blinded. AdAsh
Of golden hairI A bewlldering sea OF blue
eyesI A struggle between the red and
white roseaI
~ am the man." he said, wondering
what such lovelinesS could want o. him.
"MayI-ask ou-a-questiop ?" inqutI'
ed the voice, 40 the beautiful head bowed.
Certainly, anything. Dan do some
thing for your" 49,
want To ask you about Frank. Oil why
does he treat me Bo?" and the sweet face
was turned toward the staggering philoso'
pher, wet with tears and imploriDg conSo:
lasion.
us it's II q matter Of ice.cream or oys.
ters, or something Of that sort?"
"No, no; oh, NO! have plenty Of those.
But why does he let me pine?"
Something about theatres? Concert
business2 Bouquets2 Candy Bongbong%
asked the philosopher, ending his interro.
cations with some respectful French.
Nothing, nothing OF that kind" muir.
INJURED the quiverlng lips. "Why ami 80
desolate?"
"something about presents2 Makes you
walk to the park2 Won't hire q hack ?
Another girl2 Won't 60 10 church, Playe
pool for drinks? Something Of that sortW
allow strangely you mistake himl How
cruelty you wrong himln and the sweet
eyes looked reproaCh. "You don't know
Frank, or you wouldn't say 90. What l
want 10 AK is-is-ohl why am / 90
wretChed ?" and the tears rained down her
face. ..
"Maybe he's growing q beard," said the
encyclopedias tenderly. perhaps he parts
bis hair In the middle. Possibly he be.
longs to q base ball club, or maybe he
stands 10 front Of the theatre on matinee
afternoons. 10 thatit?"
mo. be doesn't! II he did wouldn't
care. You shan't abuse him. l came here
to ask why-why-oh, why am l 80 utter.
y hopeless2"
possibly he gets drunk, )" suggested the
philosopher. "0f his pants may bag at
the knees. Does he brush bis plug hat
the wrong way7 Is his moustache too long
on one side"
"0hl cruel, cruell" said the maid, sink
ing into q chair. "You are unjust 10 him.
You don't know how grand, how manly
be TO-"
"What is The matter with him, then2"
said the philosopher. "How has he made
you miserable? What has he done? What
do you want Of meH" l.. 4
II want 10 know-why-be gets up
between eveFy-act and goes -out OF the
-theater. know-he's got-another girl
and he goes-to Bee-her."
my DEAR" said the philosopher, sol.
EMMY, raising her up and putting his arm
around her waist, "tny dear, you are mis-.
taken. l have known Frank Tor years,
and be has no love for any one bat you.
Let me tell you something. Frank has got
The malaria, and be goes out 10 get qui.
nine. Trust me, that is all"
III I could only believe that" MUIR
INJURED she, doubnngly.
ION my honor"
"Then am happy. II that 10 all, l am
content; but / thought some ugly girl had
attracted him"
The red roses had come back, aud the
sapphire fash TO the eyes, and she went
out q grand crush oil color, fragrance and
beauty, and the philosopher turned 10 the
question, "What was Ewes maiden
name"