The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1885-03-07
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'Hardly, was the reply.
"Where Is he thenf
"Gone TO see his brother, tother side Q
Exeter E
Dear me, how tiresome ri said.
"Tfresome = she echoed. "Whyso? ]
Is q bank holiday,
Because j wrote to him to expect m,
here this morning, and / came on purpos
to see him.
'Indeedl Very sorry, but you must 8,
back. No letter has come"
81 wrote on Saturday,
sThere is no delivery on Sunday
"Bnt there is this morning.
eve send for our letters, when we ex
peet to have any,
"Haye I the honor Of addressing Mrs
Whiteaway2
awhiteaway Is my husband.
was silent. Istood on one foot ant
crossed my legs, out Of nervousness.
twirled my hat, with my hands behind m.
lback.
aMy name Is Nesbitt," said ], after /
Hong and awkward pause.
Il dare say 1t may be- answered Mrs
Whiteaway.
IT am schoolmaster at the place where
the accident occurred in the Winter
where your husband was detained oyel
night. I dare say you have heard him
speak oft, and mention me-
Never answered the woman. 80
Again ensued q pause. Twas very un
comfortable; not only was faint and hun
Cry, but disappointed. ! had been stand
Ing on one foot; 1 had curled the other in
some queer way round the standing leg
in an excess OF nervousness, and now, with
sudden qualm, I tipped forward, and was
obliged TO catch at the table to support
myself, otherwise ] should have fallen.
NOV, theni" exclaimed the farmers
wife, "wbat games be you up to now2 III
thank you to take yourself of. 1don''
like intruders."
Then, in desperation, said: II beg
your pardon humbly, Mrs. Whiteaway. ]
could not help myself May / ask, would
you give me a piece OF bread and butter
/ lhave had no breakfast, 1-n
II thought as much, y exclaimed she
IT knew thiswould be the end oil all this
palayer. Take yourself of, young man
takeyourself ot'at once. Bread and but.
ter! no, not7a bite! didn't believe Q
word OF your tale. Wrote to Whiteaway
didlyou2 Invited yourself here, indeed
WANTED to sec him on urgent bushes.
that means to get shilling out OF him.
| / raised my hand in protest
II know bette" Mrs. Whiteaway con,
Itinued. II know the goings.on Of you
Ebesgars. You all pretend to have large
families and TO be dying Of starvation
and you go round the country collecting
bread in a sack, and keep pigs on what
the charitable give you. No. Get out o.
the house this instant. / am not one q
be deceived. Not acrust shall you have
from me-
As Iretired, crestfallen, she flung thiI
parting shot at me: ~ know the sort o.
rogue you be-. ! don't like the looks o.
you to begin with. You 60 round ontalse
excuses 10 see the inside OF folks houses
where you may steal a few silver spoons
lIi the police come this way I'll mind Il
bid them keep sharp lookout for you
There
/ left, much depressed. Now raven
ing, wolf.like desire for food woke up II
my vitals, and ] picked grass and gnawet
1t. A laborer, Of whom / inquired thu
way, told me that Mr.. Parnacott lived {
mile further. 1walked on eagerly wa
sure OF food at his house. asai
Heinhabited a trim, lla-like residence
with yeranda around II, about which
4 clematis and wistaria were blooming ant
scenting the air. Twas too hungry to ad
mire, but not to notice, the pretty combi
nation OF white iclematis and blue vista
ria, with the delicate yellow-green young
leaves Of the latter. -. 4,
4 / rang at the door and neat maid
opened and admitted me. j was shown
Into the sparlor. A moment later In
! flushed Mr.. Parnacott with both hands ex
tended.
I $50 glad to see you. Iwish you had
come an hour earlier in time for break
fast, Now we must wait. | never, or
principle, have anything between meals
but there Is music, my dear fellow
into my sanctum and hear. have go
Bach open, and have been practicing bill
most difficult iugue in D sharp minor
What q man that grand old Sebastian vas
I He lived before his timel Like oil
geniuses, he lived for an appreciatvt
future. Fancy his fugues on the spinet
I impossible! 0nthe harpsichord intoler
able The pianoforte was not in his day
Come along; have something to show
you. I have Just received . copy o
Science oil Fugie, published in l762-ar
original copy-and ] have been enjoying
lit all the morning. Figured base. CONF
along. Welunch athalt.past one.n
4 He drew me into his little back room
and seated himself at the piano. HI
struck q chord, then turning his heat
over his shoulder, askedi "You are fons
Of music2p
Eyes, very"
aDo yeu play yoarselfP'
"a littla."
HBach?s
aN-n-o." Js
@Not Bachl Then you are in darkness
Are you fond OF tpgues?e
sI'cannot say" replied and TO thi
day I would make the same answer, empt.
) orfull, " really cannot say.
Fugues are beyond my musical hotixQn
/ They may be very fine, but they are YER
: bewildering. They appeal to the brain
not to the ear. They demand a seientiAl
knowledge OF music, not o musical soHl
10 me they resemble a steeplechase
Away 90 the parts, helterskelter over VII
hedges, tripping one another mp, dow
: into the dItches, head over heels, up again
Tally.hol Away at pepk.ana-peck tear
The devil take the hindermost
snow we como to q very choice pass
aye,D exclaimed Mr.. Parnaeott, 9be a
ear His fingers raced, twisted, jumped
the hands played leap.frog, helter.skelter
i thought theiNires must have given way
On the table was q tpmhler And Q rel
porous earthenwate water bottle. pnob
served, ! poured ont Q glass and drank !
olT. The water slaked my thirst but did no
satisfy my hunger. The fAgue went on
Ri seemed interminablei 1t went on qpoi
nv nerves they thrilled, leaped, twinged
I could beaYit no more. u drove me dea
perate. I sprapg to my ieeh ] put m!
hand down on the fingers Of the instrp
mentalist, and while cold perspiratiol
streamed from my brow end literal.
Idripped from me, | said, with white taca