Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-08-09

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be could only mutter, Really it seems
strange that Tom should take the failure
80 hard, and then you know it is uncer-
tain"
Left alone Mr.. Arnold put on his wrapper
and slippers, lit a cigar and gazed absently
at the ERE while dashes of sleet made dresry
music on the window psnes. "Mr. Thomas
| Arnold" be unused, 1T seems to me that
YOU are in bad way. Strange that man
cannot be left in peace. l thought l was
through with the measles and other youthful
Affections. Lat me see. 1t is eight yearS
since felt Ike shooting myself because
Mics Berkenbine married old Hornbill.
| Old! No. He was only thirty eight, but |
| was TWENTY-FIVE then. / met her to-day.
His cigar was nearly out aud he slowly
drew it into a glow again and then nodding
his head "Yes met her. Poor Sue, tom
and tired looking. Did feel as once that
life had nothing more for me? No, l did
not felt like shouting when though OF
my freedom. | pstronized poor Sue from
my height Of happiness. When iett her
bad hard work to keep frcm rushing hcma
10 Mary. Mary Mary he murnered al
mott audibly II once thought the name
| plain-,he dsi,tiest for womsu. | refralne1
and went into nv own mind instead.
Here he placed his feet on chair and
transferred his gaze from the fire TO the
ceiling. "a mind is queer place-uncom-
Portable too, sometimes. found two te!.
lows in mine. A young cub on the ground
floor who is always wanting things and a
| sardopic old sinner in the rsfters. The cub
was crying, L want Mary! want her! |
want her. and he up sloft griuned yon little
| tool you We wanted MsrJs before, and then
felt glad you didn't get them. But he be-
! low merely cried, l want this Mary. Don
key came reply, in few years she will be
sailow and thin, or red and fat; besides she
has no cash Now the old sinner continued
with a wink there is Miss CssslebinkeV who
has a cool quarter OF million. That's the
lasting beauty! Hey my boy. But the
eround-Aoorer merely cried. 1 want Mary.
! / don't want Miss Casslebinkey.' Yes,
mind is a queer place. Those two fe l5ws
are still at it. Mary Mary! the cub cries,
while the grinning old sinner throws argu-
mentative stones at him. | wonder which
one will couquor-which one-Thleh
gis eyes closed bis cigar was out and the
hand holding it dropped over the arm OF the
chair.
The sleeper was awakened by little soft
hand on his forehead You have been
asleep
"Yes, Tom scko:d Mr.. Newton 'you
were sound asleep
Yes Billy, Was. aud I'll acknowledge
to snoring without defence. Ny nature is
above the weak 4 merely had my eyes
closed.
well, you know there is nothing wrong
in going to sleep and every fellow snores
VIXEN asleep replied the matter of fact Mr.
Newton.
of course, said Nelly. But to stay
away from the opera because he has 80 ne
hing to attend to and then go u sleep!
NY child did give it NY clos st atten-
ZION but the noise Ct those two felows-tse
ouud-Goo:rr and he Of the raf.ers tired
me
"Yes, Of course those felloTs-grolnd,
Scorer rafters- began the bewildered
Mr. Newton, then trailing of int silence.
"Oh! Tom, Tom. said Nelly, seating her
elf on the arm of his chair What cres-
ture yol are. Ny mpsthjes are with the
one that bad the least argument on his side;
arnt yours? and she leaned forward and
looked him in the eyes.
"Yes, dear; but then arguments are
rougher than sentiment.
The mystifed Mr.. Newton now remarked
in general way 81 don't 60 much on ar
guments you know, for it seems to me that
The man who doesn't see the square thing
without arguing about it, isn't much good"
"Give me your hand on that" replied
Mr. Arnold, while Nelly smiled a quiet ap-
prevail well shy feelings at the garrett
man and by the beard of the Prophet out he
shall 90. And yet some one once said that
he ought to be boss, she-l mean they
taking refuge il bad grammar, did not OF
Of course soy boss but that is the sense Of
Mr.. Newton, all at sea, listened helplessly
but the quick Nelly replied, "of course he
! ought TO rule, but he mustn't be false.
Good" replied Mr.. Argold, I'll turn mis-
sionary and convert the old heather"
Some months later train, as many trains
do, rolled into the Union Depot 1--WE sturdy
Americans hold fast to depot at Colum-
bus Ohio. Columbus! change cars! |"
shouted the brakeman and amid the other
travellers Mr. Thomas Arnold stepped from
the cars. There was much bell ringing
steam Kissing, aud shouts Of HOTEL and
this noise had for back ground (if there
is such q thing in acoustics) the dead roar
Of heavily falling rain on the roof OF the
huge brick and iron arch that here spans
the various tracks. The lights, for it was
night, shone dim. in the smoky atmosphere
and the hackmen who stood shouting in the
entrances looked steamY in their dripping
clothes. The engine that had drawn the
train pulled its way out and soon another
engine. fussy little one with malforma-
ton Oh its back came in and pulled the
empty cars out, the hackman and travellers
had departed and Mr. Arnold was left to the
contemplation of the dingy, poster covered
walls. On the bulletin board he read No.
7,P. c. & st. L, three hours late. After
reading this he whistled. No: tune, but
one long note. Then he went to the window
Of the TELEGRAM h office. What's the mater
on the Pan Handle tonight
"Wash-out," was tbs terse reply
He Looked at his watch; it was eleven
o'clock. Then he lit cigar and clasping
his hands behind him slowly strolled up to
the end of the depot facing High street n
dismal view. The only moving object, a
"bob-tsiled' car, whose blue light seemed
the representative spirit of the horse and
driver. Watching this until it had disa-
peared he turned and looked down the de-
pot Straight in front Of him was the long
splintery wooden floor; on his left hand
many iron tracks; on his right one long
poster covered wall with numerous doors
and windows labeled, Baggage room, +"
Ticket Office etc. With the deliberate steps
Of a waiting traveller he starts to pace the
length of the floor.
When in front of the door labelled Ladies
Waiting Room he IDLY glanced in, On
one bench, family asleep and looking mis-
cradle. On another half yelled lady, the
picture Of that patience no man less than a
saint ever attains. Standing near the door
two young men dressed in the last style
from the wholesale clothing factories. Con-
tinuing his walk he arrives a! the other end