Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-08-09

not been able TO sit long enough az VIC
table. With proper resources, WORDS
would be his to conquer.
Dolly, like q good many ladies',
thought even four per cent. an MADE
onate rate of interest. But times were
bad for investors, and II you cannot In
crease the rate of interest the next best
thing is to double or quadruple your
principal. This brother Tom. with the
help of his friend, the outside broker
offered todo. He saw his way clearly
so did the outside broker, who dlsap-
peared one evening with his pockets
full and leaving those OF his client un-
comonly empty.
However, Tom tried again; this time
on the turf, but the blind goddess was
still deaf to his wooing. After this he
sampled inferior brands of whisky for
a week or two with great assidulty ana
then he began to see snakes.
Mr.. Cookham Dene in the meanwhile
had developed religious turn, and was
becoming rather hszy in his ideas. He
began to study unfulflled prophecy, and
Dolly, losing heart, reign OF domestic
muddle ensued.
Her husband made will, and 1t was
the conviction Of those best qualified TO
form an opinion that he was breaking
I'D fast, that he could not last much
longer. However, as his mental pow
ers decayed, he seemed about to take q
new lease of life. He became wonder
fully and fearfully chirpy, and this I'LL
ed Tom with wrath.
He would lounge in now and then and
eye his victim gloomily. How much
longer do you think the old boy will
hold out?" he inquired of his sister one
day, and she only shrugged her pretty
shoulders. "Hulloa, daddy" he shout
ed, addressing himself to the poor old
gentleman who sat In meek but dig
nified attitude by the fire; when
will the Jews be grated In
again, Ell? Pretty soon," he added to
himself with bitter laugh, ''if l can't
lay hands on the ready"
Poor papa was fond OF stroking
Dolly's hair as she knelt beside him; he
did not say much, and what he did say
was not always quite ineligible, but he
looked at Maisie as If she had done him
an injury.
Phil had been sent to different sort
of school. "Terms, eco year, inclu-
sive. Diet unlimited. Cow kept" and
so on. But he was big fellow for his
age, and ran away. He was brought
back and caned, but ran away again.
and after that nobody troubled much
about him.
2 { day remarkably seedy individ-
.ual took up his position in the kitchen.
de was civil enough, but smoked pipe,
and always would keep his hat on, and
snielt rather. The servants, after har-
ranguing their mistress In scornful
terms, disappeared into the gathering
twilight. Maisie was overcome with
bitter Indignation and shame. But
Dolly made light of it all. Brother Tom
conversed with the seedy individual al
fably. He said 1t was the restoration
of the Jews"
The next morning, when Dolly
knocked at her husbands door, she had
to knock twice. Indeed, she need not
have knocked at all. He was so fast
asleep that there was no reason why
Maisie should be kept away from him
any longer; for they had always been
rather afraid of her influence.
The funeral was not very grand al
fair. Brother Tom was remarkably
bloodshot about the eyes, let US hope
from grief, but his utterance was
thick, and he seemed scarcely secure OF
his footing.
There was not much left out OF the
wreck.
Maisie strapped to and got berth as
a nursery governess, but in week or
two broke down utterly. They sent her
to the hospital. She emerged pitiable
object, but there was nobody in par
ticuar to pity her. She wrote to Mrs.
Brown. but the letter came back
through the dead-letter Office. They
had given up their house and their adj
dress was unknown.
Phil could not do much to help. He
had enlisted, and creditable career lay
before him. He was Lance Corporal.
His wife was a good creature, but
homely. She was on the strength OF
the regiment" and took in Wishing.
But she had tongue like the east wind,
and her husbands emoluments not be-
ing large she objected TO money being
spent out of the family.
Brother Tom applied himself with an
increased energy TO testing the effects
of alcohol on animal economy.
One Autumn evening Maisie stood In
the roar of the Strand, almost stupid
with exhaustion, and feeling the keen
wind acutely. She had no undercloth
ing to speak Of, and was too faint to
feel very hungry. Had she stood there
five minutes previously she would have
met Mr.. and Mrs. Brown.
The last time I saw Dolly she was in
the act of alightlng from victoria In
the Brompton Road. She had bright
complexion, and vouchsafed me a gra-
cious nod and smile. Certainly she is
piquanto little thing, and has, l believe,
a good many admirers.
Perhaps, If poor Cookham Dene had
not craved for appreciation, and II he
could have refrained from worrying his
wife to death, good many Of the Incl
dents that have had to record might
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