The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1892-09-07

High wainscot of old oak; walls pa
pered in deep maroon; deep maroon
damask window curtains, and maroon
leather seated chairs Old oak fire
place; log fire in the CRATE; long
breakfast-table; kissing urn and tet
things at one end, four covered silver
dishes at the other containing outlets,
sausages, poached eggs and curried
fowl. In the middle and up the
sides, plates OF hot rolls in napkins
large dish Of butter scrolls and bull.
lets, silver stand OF boiled Gags, 8
glass dish OF orange marmalade, and
two racks of dry toast, On side
board, cold ham, beef, game, and
huge loaf OF bread.
PEOPLE AT TABLE
LADY BAR.DExrER THE lady OF the
house, age thirty-fye, once pretty
now buxom, with that burnt.faCed
diminished-eyed look which the
average high-born British matron
unless "frisky") gets in a few years
after marriage, and is not so much
the result OF annual maternity as the
effect OF an unlimited consumption
Of brown stout at luncheon and brown
sherry at dinner.
THE Hon. Mrs. VILLIIRs AND Miss VIZ
LrERs, mother and daughter. Mother
gray.haired, arched eyebrows, pale,
thin aud icy; daughter, thoroughbred
and shy.
LADY VIOLET CRoPPER, "frisky;" pref.
ty, bold, cold-eyed and horsey.
LORD HENRY NOODLE, her brother.
CAPTAIN FTT2RUBBIsHE, OF the Queens
Own Bombardiers.
[Silence reigns. Enter your humble
servant-whom we will call Mr..
THOMPSON WIrHAPEE, OF Philadelphia.
Both the men are reading their letters
while they eat, the torn.open enye-
lopes littering the table and adjoin-
MES-Baw! (which 1 interpret as
good morning"
WoMEN-Ningl (which l ditto.
RI seat myself in one OF half dozen
vacant places amidutter silence. After
pause:
LADY BAn-DExrER-Tea, Mr.. With
apee?
LII you please.
[LADY BID. pours out the tea, and
wait some minutes.
LADY BAR-DExTER-Here is your tea,
Mr.. Withapee. ! am separated from
her Ladyship by NOODLE and FITzRuD-
BIsHE, but neither offers to pass the
cup Come and get it, please. This
discover to be the custom. Every one
gets up and goes for his own tea. go
for my tea. I go back to my seat and
wonder how shall get something to
eat, while sip my tea and puzzle about
it'll
LADY BARD ExrER-The Hammonds
come tomorrow Captain Fitzrubbishe.
CAPTAIN FlTzRUBBIsHR-ohl Do theyP
LADY BAR-DExTER-They canonly stay
two nights, though. ;.
CAPTAIN FITzRUBBtsHE-Really. Can't
they?
Enter LORD BASIL DuMPLISeE, age
twenty-five, in scarlet hunting
coat and top-boots.
MES-Baw!
WoMEN-Ningl
[DuMPLHGE makes straight for the sill.
yer dishes, lifts the cover of each, and
scrutinizescont through eye-glass,
Looks disappointed, but helps him
self to a poached egg, and carries it to
scat near me. Sits down aud pro-
ceeds to open his letters, which are in
pile beside his plate. take the tip
and go and help myself to a sausage.
LORD BASIL DUMPLINGE with eyes on
letterl-By Jovei
I say-[to LADY ViotET CRoPpER, to
whom he hasn't before spoken.
LADY VIoLET-Hello!
LoRD BAsIL-Here's a lark, The
Jones' ieldings have meet at their
shop next Tuesday.
LADY VIoLET-Never!
[LoRD BASIL tears open another lot
ter with his thumb.
CAPTAIN FlTZRuBRIsHE-Really!
LADY BAR-DExTER Ito Miss VILLIERsl
There's to be a hunt-ball at Boskell
next week.
MSS YILLIERs-Is there2
Enter SIR JOHN BAR-DExTER, a hearded
man offorty-Gve. and bluff man
ner, also in hunting "pink."l
MIN-Bawl :.
WoMEN-'Ning.
SIR JOHN latter helping himself in
silence to some cold grouse from the
sideboard)-Look sharp, Dumplinge.
Ha' pas nine, and eight miles to Tom
bridge Tun.
LADY VioLET-Going to ride Vixie?
LORD BAsu.-No fear.
RI have disposed OF my sausage and
think I'll say something.
I.-What beautiful view there is
from my room window, Lady Bar
Dexter.
LADY BAR-DExrER-0h, is there?
Lit is the finest woodland bit OF
scenery I can remember.
LADY BAR-DExTER-Really. j. lit?
Ives. 1t seemek like a reproduce
ton OF one OF Wilkes or Birket Foster 8
best landscapes.
LADY BAR-DExTER-Fancy!
THE other men look up and regard me
curiously through their eyeglasses.
LADY VIOLET winks openly at DuMP-
LINaR, who draws down the corners Of
his mouth. l feel sat upon and sub
SIR JoHN-ought to have a rafting
good run to-day. My tea, please.
land so on for half an hour longer,
while three or four more men come
in, and l sit and listen.]
"Tired All the Time"
Is the complaint Of many poor NOR.
tails, who know not where to find re-
lief. Hoods Sarsaparilla possesses just
those elements OF strength which YOU