Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-09-27

alssss incfeasise instead Of tho reverse;
nnd they warned ma seriously that If l per
sisted N coming 90 oftsn 10 ST. Pa1ick's. !
should catch Che spinsler fever and GER
tainly die Of il eventually. ! used TO tren,-
BE afterNsrd and think. well, perhaps it
might be SO, since Tom and T.
There we're the Miss Psrrirgdons. who
were generally Acknowledged to be the
queens of their own world, and who lived in
q comfortable house in the East Psllsut
Spare, pinehed. briehteyed, the ons. Miss
Jessie; round, plump, sour looking the other,
Miss Psrrinedon. Miss Jessie had once
possessed q beautiful soprano voice. and she
was famous Tor it still, even at 80; and
would be urged TO use it for her guests
benefit at the occasional evening parties
which she and her sister gave. Dreadful
ihfieiions these parties were to me, for |
hsd to so with the Campbells, if happened
to be stopping With them at the time; when
Mr.. Csup beh would be the single and lonely
representative Of the s.erner sex among 3
ruSthtg host Of ladies. an sure he did
not care for il in the least, and only went
out of pure kindness, and ritied himself
very much in the act thereof The reason
for his being invited, and no other man, was
that tie whole body of old maids, every
mothers daughter of them worshiped at st
JObD's-hsd done so from their earliest days,
and Mr. Brittou, being well known to sbjure
ell female gatherings Of any kind delegated
his rightful place to his stAnch friend, Mr..
Campbell, as being the nearest to himself
in doetrinal views, and therefore most SC
csptAble to the old ladies consciencss.
DE was always expected to close these
psrties with prayer In fact, he performed
the duties of private chaplain with much In
ward protest
Il can't 90 tonight Kate" I've often
heard HIM say Just at the last, as We ladies
were going up stairs to get ready. IT'S
night school down the Psncrss this evening,
if you remember" 'tIiumphantly.
"Ob, George!' in reproachful accents
from bis wife Poor old things, they Will
be so disappointed, aud, beside. jamie and |
want eseortiDg home, you know we lived
in the next slreet-'you can manage it
quite well after night school is over. Mind,
I shall expect you TO supper, and shall tell
them SOL
repeat, oh these partiesl-the brooches
the silks, the caps, the buzz Of female
Voieesl used to dress myself in my pretty
evening muslin, ard stick flowers in my
hair, al in glow Of impotence and rebel
lien.
What was the good of trying to make
the best of ones self, and very likely sue
cet ding perfectly. just for parcel OF OLD
ladies 10 see! l don't suppose there will be
an old gentleman there let alone a young
one do youH would say discontentedly.
Why on earth do they never have any
body but clergyman? One does get so
tired of the clergy with q mischievous
glance at dear Mrs. Campbell; and she
would shake her head at me with q smile
Poor jamie! 1t really is hard upon you
! have no comfort Whatever to give, except
hat We look on our going as duty, and
do it eheerfUlly accordingly" And then
a. sr bug from me and vehement asslr
suce that il | could sit by her and talk to
her all The evening, Il shouldn't miad it a
bitT she added; perhaps it will be different,
and knew il never would be. And then
of We would start resiguedlY, and every
single thing be exactly as l had prophesied
the ladies taking down one another to
supper (the most ;diotic position for q wom-
an that knew ot); Mr.. Campbell hurrying
in just at the last; Miss Jessie sitting ghastly
yer confidently at the grand piano, and
sirging-but It wasn't singing, it was piping
in trembling voice some sacred thing
from Handel; all her admirers gathering
round ard telling wicked stories, I'm sure,
as they thanked her effusively when the per
furmsnce was finished. |, feeling injured
and exasperated, would refuse cartly upon
being called upon for song, knowing that
they preferred really preferred, Miss Jsssie's
cracked, painful tones TO my fresh young
contrslto-and beside there was nobody to
stand by one and turn the pages over, and
whisper q word or two in etween!-when
a glance from Mrs Campbell would make
me SIT down PenileDt, and rattle of, What's
tAIs duh town TO meY
There were the two Miss Newlsnds, q
very different pair OF sisters, who lived in
quaint old house in West street, full Of china
and treasured things of their long past girl
hood. Qusins small women themselves,
neat and quick, and devoted to each other,
the sole remaining members OF their once
large family Why they had remained
single none could tell The elder one was
beautiful still, and Miss Althes was not with
out good looks even now, faded as their
bloom necessarily was; and each wore for
brooch an exquisite ministure OF gentle.
msD, young and handsome, with powdered
hsir, concerning which had often specu-
lated AZ odd times. They were like nice,
dear pushes, these two old ladies, as they
buried about on their errsnds of mercy
clad in long grey fur closks and boss. l
had an interest and liking for them, which
never could teel for the Miss PAIRING lons
Tor could forgive Miss Jessie tor her voice
having gone.
Miss Whyie and Miss Mathers lived in
Tie ZANE street, but IN q much handsomer
house. They were wealthy and kind, and
ice insd to be sristocrstic. Miss Whyie
wa immensely stout, and very good artist
She could be seen painting and painting at
h.r easel most mornings from the street be-
lov; and they gave swell dinner psrties and
were otherwise pSetentious.
Three or four spinsters shared our own
particular street, in which ST. Patrick's rec
iory stood; one Of whom, Miss Spencer,
lived wholly and solely for her cats. She
gave up q room and passage in her small
house entirely for their benefit, where they
walked, ate, slept and played as in verits-
bic cats paradise. But never were they al
loved to mix with the vulgar herd outside
No these animals were prisoners, every one
OF them. / have seen one or two of them
at time gazing out of the high window
upon the world beneath, with sort of feline
Wislfulness and appeal, that might have
moved their mistress heart had she watched
them as / did, but don't believe she ever
went out herself, either-so never had the
chance
Bad boys used to aim pebbles at their
scft-wkiskered faces, but l used to kiss my
hand to the poor things when nobody was
looking. Strange, miserable life for their
owner, lsvishiDg on animals not the noblest
of the brute creation the love and care that
shonld have been conferred on immortal