Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-02-14

uODlI LIZ
lovely pink prawns which deck the slsbs OF
the West End ishmongers in due season
Now, IN spite of his trouble, he kept his
appetite, and felt that there was no reason
why he should abstain from his favorite
luxury because Mrs. Pilgrim-the real one
turned up in London, while he i'm
sgined her lying peacefully under the At
lantic waves. Accordingly, he betook
himself, on q certain day to a certain shop
where the prswns were invariably fresh
and fine, and was busy selecting a dozen
or SO, when he became aware oil the
presence of some one behind him, bent az
parently on a similar task. he turned
round, and there, within ak inches OF his
nose, was the face of Mrs. Scrymgeour
Csmpion.
The lady started back, then staggered,
then broke out screaming, and finally sank
down in a state Of collapse upon q large
block of ice in front of the shop, IN the
midst of which a lobster and some bouquets
of flowers had been ingeniously frozen.
Mr.. Pilgrim, under the pressure OF the first
law of nature, turned and filed up a mar
row street on the other side of the way,
determined not to rest till he should De
safe in the Utmost recesses OF his back
garden; but before he had gone fifty yards
bis curiosity overcome his fear, and he
tackled back till the front ofthe fish shop
came once more in view. Then, while
pretending to peer into q booksellers win
dow, he looked out Of the corner of his eye
at the loaGng London crowd which had al
ready closed in upon the PROSTATE form OF
Mrs. Scrymgeour Campion and the stall
wsrt figure OF the intelligent policeman who
had UNEXPECTEDLY arrived on the scene. A
handsome cab soon drew up, and into this
Mrs. Campioh mounted aud drove OIL
Three days after this Mr.. Pilgrim, while
wedding his garden, was informed by
Martha, the housemaid, thst James Tim
bury would like TO speak TO him If he were
not too busy to see him. A cold chill
struck him to the marrow as be listened TO
Timbury's name. After what had hap
pened three days ago, it was only natural
that he should be expecting the tall OF the
thunderbolt, and his tace was very haggard
as he looked up at the advancing Timsury.
81 must ask your pardon, Sir, tor dis
turbiug you, but | read this ere in the
Evening Erald, which | thought would in
terest you aud here Timbury pulled a
newspaper out Of his pocket. Ere 1t ia,
Sir, be sddpd. placing his torefnger on a
paragraph in the first column. Mr.. Pll-
grim put on his glasses and read:
Anna Maria, late Sarah Jarvis,'
would Ike to communicate with Caleb 7
-, Box 1912. Evening Herald Office.
81 don't know, TimbmY' said Mr. Pill
grim with q faint smile, what there is in 1t
10 interest me. Oh, ] see. Sarah Jarvis
the nam Of Your old ship. Strange ad,
yertiampnt. | wonder what it can meaut
81 was a wonderful likewise, Sir, an
swered Timbury; and | made bold to pre-
sumo as Caleb P--might mean You Sir,
seem as your name IS Caleb, and as PHI
grim be2ins with q T.
"'Ah. but London is O large a large
place, Timbury, and this Sarah Jarvis may
be a real person, and not the name OF a
ship
Every true, Sir; but | thought as you
might NOT like the paper to be lyin' about
for Mrs. Pilgrim or the servant to get hold
OF, cause you know, Sir, servants talk,
even If
Just so TImbury; much obliged to
you; and, By the bye, you may send no one
or Two pounds more Of that cut %cavendlsh.
There's nothing like it for green fly
"'Ies, Sir; certainly, Sir; but I'm afraid
| must charge you g little more than for
the last Cut cavendish is gettin' dearer
end dearer every day. Prices is arden.
in az they say IN the city
"'Oh, well, that | must leave to you.
Good day, Timhury.
"A few days after this Mr.. Pilgrim had
busiuess in town, and told Mrs. F., as he
set out, that he would probably not be
back till the evening. On the same day
Mira. ScrYmgeour Compton had an appoint
ment with her dentist, and Babe MIR. ). q
not to wait dinner fJr her, as she thought
she would go on 10 see an old servant Of
hers, who was married and living at
Ellington. At seven o'clock precisely that
evening Mrs. Csmpion drove up to the
Midland Railway and entered the station,
having stopped short in her journey TO
Isling;on. At the same hour MIR. Pilgrim
stole into the station by another entrance
and took his way to a spot Immediately
under the great clock, where Mrs. Scrym-
geour Campion was already standing"
AT this point Simpsons narrative as to
the movements Of the pair comes TO an
end, but we may infer, | think, that as Mr..
and Mrs. Pilgrim are still living harmon
iously in the Chaplain Road, and a. Mr..
and Mira Scrymgeour Campion are the
same attached couple they always were,
there must have been a compromise OF
some sort arranged under the clock at
Midland station that evening when both
Mr. Pilgrim and Mrs. S%erymgeOur Cam.
pion turned their footsteps thither. ALL
the Year Round.