Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-10-31
VISITING JONES' FARM.
THE VACATION OF A NEW YORK
SCRlBBLER.
rhe Different Varieties of Bug That En-
tertained Him-A Council OF Mosquitoes.
Thor Opinion of City Chaps Freely
Observation-Disclosures Surmises'
Tspecial Correspondence. y

New YORK, Oct. 25.-It was ono OF the
hottest DAYS last summer that Jones blew
INTO my ofice-the hottest Office on Nassau
street, by the way. Isay "blew in" because
Jones is one of those men who is alwaysin an
.xasperating state of good health, and always
seems to carry a breeze with him; a salty
Whit from his own Long Island meadows,
which tantalizes the weary and perspiring
nty man who is tied to his desk, a slave TO
ais pen and the printer. You look tlreu,
BID fellow was his first exclamation as ne
entered. "Come down to the farm for a
,ouple Of weeks and recoup. Come down
and fill yourself with ozone and health and
fresh vegetables and soft crabs and things"
le added heartily. l smiled YEARLY. The
programme was attractive. Ozone and health
[ needed bad enough, and soft crabs and fresh
vegetables were pleasing concomitants, ana
IS for things which, from q subsequent ex-
1~erience, l infer must have meant wood ticks,
[ was even prepared to stand the things"
But l did not really see how | could manage
/. had a pile of work to do, and said as
much.
But if Jones carried q breeze under ordi-
nary circumstances, he let loose a cyclone
when opposed
LET the work wait. You will be able to
10 it all the better when you come back. You
are killing yourself. Why, you don't weigh
over 100, while here l am as sound as n knot
and tin the scales at 245." He neglected 10
add that he stood six feet two in his stocking
feet while / am barely five feet seven, but in
Jones system of Logic a little thing like that
lid not matter. He kept at me until with
sore misgivings | consented TO leave my
urgent work in the hands of u friend and go
Down with him for ten days.
Now, don't take any good clothes; just an
I'D flannel shirt and a pair of rough boots"
he urged, as we went up to my room to pack
my modest grip. l mildly suggested that
should like 20 wear something to cover the i'll
.erim, as it were, between tie top of the boots
md the shirt. He consented.
We reached the little country village at
about : that evening, and Jones team met
is at the cars. The air was delightful, there
was no denying that. Fresh and clear, with
4 mingled odor of the salt Of the sound II
the balsamic perfume OF the pines. Later, as
we passed u field which the prudent farmer
had been preparing for the reception of caull-
flowers or some other plant which requires a
rich soil, the odors which the breeze waited
to our nostrilS were still more varied. But
no matter. find that all over the east end
Of Long Island the worthy husbandman has
4 fashion of covering his land several inches
deep with tine refuse of the factories where
the menhaden or "m~oSsbunker" Is converted
into pure linseed oil. He alss uses several
other ill-favored substances TO stimulate the
soil, the rule seeming to be: THE worse the
smell the sweeter the crop
Jones has a pleasant country house, and
after n good supper l was tired and glad TO
get to my room. Hit my lamp and sat by
the open window with the evening breeze,
heavy with the scent Of flowers, tanning my
cheek, and began to look through the batch
Of unopened letters had gathered up from
nv desk as | left. 1t was not until had put
out my light and retired that | began 10
realize that something besides perfumes had
come in on the breeze. Seventeen distinct
varieties Of bugs buzzed and hummed about
the room. Every insect noise, from the
booming diapason of the great night moth to
the angry treble of the mosquito, combined to
make my room melodious. Occasionally some
tying thing would suddenly drop upon the
bed and crawl p!acidly over my features. l
covered my head with the sheet, and lulled
by the insect concert, fell into an uneasy
,lumber. The mosquitoes bit right through
.bc sheet, and after they had filled themselves
with my blue blood they sat on the foot of the
bed and made remarks about me. l am posi-
live Of this, though when l told Jones of it
the next morning he only smiled pttyingiy
and Remarked: Poor fellow; / KEW you
needed n rest. You are nervous"