The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1890-11-22
"a horrid selfish wretch. BATHS Dick,

U Auu IICh Will uuueTbtuUNs
s No ono has yet explained what actual.
ly happens when an irresistible force
fmeots the immovable post, though many
r have thought deeply, oven rs Dick
thought. He tried 10 assure himself
TINT Maisie would DO led In q few weeks
by his mere presence and discourse 10 a
. better way OF thinking. Then he remem.
. bored much too distinctly her face and
NIL that was written on II.
III know anything about heads he
said, there's everything In TINT face but
t love. I shall have to put that In my.
B.. self; and that chin and mouth won't be
. won FOR nothing. But she's right. She
: knows what she wants, and she's going
TO get i. What insolencel Ne! OF
all the people in the wide world, to use
me but then she's Maisie. There's no
!, getting over that fact; and it's good to
SEQ hcr again. This business must have
been simmOring at the back OF my head
for years. She'll uso mo rs !
used Dinat nj Port Said. She's quite
right. 1t will hurt n little. | shall have
to see her every S%unday-like a Young
man counting n housemaid. She's sure
TO come round; and yot-that mouth Is
not n yielding mouth. shall be want.
INK 10 kiss her all the time, and | shall
have 10 look ut her pictures-T don't
even know what sort Of work sho does
yot-and ! shall have to talk about Art
-WomRn'e Artl Therefore, particular.
ly and perpetually, damn all varieties OF
Art. II did me a good turn once, and
now It's in my way. III 90 home and
do come Art"
Hallway 10 the studio Dick was
smltten with q terrible thought. The
figure OF a solitary women in the fog
suggested it.
She's all alone In London with a red
haired impressionist girl, who probably
has the digestion OF an ostrich, Most
~red-haired people have. MaisIe's abil.
ious little body. They'll eat like lone
womens-meals Mt all hours, and tea
with all meals. l remember how the
students in Paris used to pig alone. She
may fall Ill at any minute, and l shan't
DO able 10 help. Whewl this Is ten
times worse than owning u WIFE,"
Torpenhow came into the studio at
dusk, and looked at Dick with bis ewes
full OF austere love that springs up be.
tween men who have tugSed at the
same oar together and are yoked by
custom and use and the intilnacies OF
toll. This is a good love, and, since il
allows, and even encourages, strife. re.
c%rimination, and the most brutal sin.
certify, does not die, but increases, and
is proof against any Absence and evil
conduct.
Dick was silent alter he handed Tor.
penhoS the filled pipe OF council. He
thought OF Maisis and her possible
needs. 1t was a new thing to think of
anybndy but Torpenhow, who could
think for himself. Here al last was an
Quite! for that cash balance. He could
adorn Maisie barbarically with jewelry-
q thick, gold necklace round that little
neck, bracelets upon the rounded arms,
and rings OF price upon her lands-the
cool, temperate, rineless hands that he
had taken between his own. II was an
absurd thought, for Maisie would not
even allow him to put one ring upon
one finger, and she would laugh at
golden trappings. 1t would he better to
sit with her quietly in the duslf, his arm
round her neck, and her iace on his
shoulder, as betttod husband aud wife.
Torpenhow's boots creaked that night,
and his strong voice Jared. Dicks
brows contracted, and he murmured an
evil word because he had taken all his
success US q right and part payment for
past discomfort, aud now he was
checked In his stride by d woman v no
admitted all the success aud did not in.
stlntly care for him.
II Say, old man." said Torpenhow,
who bad made one or two vain attempts
at conversation, y hayenit put your
back up by anything Eve Gaid lately,
have IG'
You! No. How could you?
"Liver out OF ordcr?"
"Ihe truly healthy man doesn't know
he has q liver. Pm only 4 bit worried
about things in general. ! suppose it's
my SOUL
"The truly healthy man doesn't know
he has q sonl. What business have you
with luxuries OF that kind2"
ut came Of itself. Who's the man
that says that we're all islands shouting
lies 10 each other across seas of misun.
derstanling?"
Shes right, whoeyer lie ig-except
absut the misunderstanding. l don't
think we could misunderstood each
other"
The blue smoke curled back from the
ceiling in clouds. Then Torpcnhow, in
sin uatiDgly-
"Dick, is it a woman"
'!be harged i. it's anything remotely
resembling q woman; and II you begin
10 talk like that. III hire q red brick
studio with white paint trimmings, and
hegonias and petrniaa and blue Hun.
garlaat 10 play among TIL ee!and.Sis.penny
po:.palms, and I'll mount all my PICS in
~aniline dye plush plasters, aud I'll in
vite every woman who yelps and
maunde1s and means over what her
guide books toll hor Is art, aud you ehsll
receive seth, TorpEin a snGf-brown vel
vet coat with yellow trousers aud On
orange tie. You'll like that"
TOO thin, Dick. 4 better man than
you denied with curaing and swearing
on a memorable occasion. You've over.
done it, just as be did. It's no business
OF mine, Of course, but it's comforting to
think that somewhere under the stars
tEete,b saying p ior YOU : tfeGAenaous
t%hrashing: Whether I'LL como from
heaven or earth, I don't know, but IT'S
bound to come and break you up C. little.
You want hammering."
Dick Bhivered. "Ait right" said he.
when this ialand is diRin;egfated it will
call for you.F
u shall come round the corner and
help to disintegrate it some more.
We're talking nonsense. Come along to
4 theatre"
lro ny %coSTISuEp.l
Life Is Misery
TO thousands Of people who have the
faint OF ecroiula in their blood. The
a nonins carsnd Inv Tho drandful rnnninn