Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-01-17

gentleman, closing. MS eye again. MI.
johnson spread out the hand-two
Fights, a four, an ace and six. Zone
par!" he shouted in Rev. Mr.. Smiths
ear.
"Kink full's good" murmured that
gentleman, settling himself on Mr..
Johnson's shoulders again, and snoring
profoundly.
Mr.. Williams maneuvers were inter-
esting. First he counted up the bills in
the pot, and inserted the wad deeply in
his left boot leg. Then he passed the
chips over to the professor, who auto
matically, like one in dream, caShed
them. Then Mr.. Williams inserted this
roll in his right boot leg, bestowed slow
wink upon the elder, who sat as though
paralyzed, arose, buttoned up his blazer,
trod softly over TO the stove, warmed
himself thoroughly, and hummed verse
OF "Where is My Wandering Boy To-
Night" Then Mr.. Williams stroled
leisurely to the door, hesitated, turned
and said:
"Ef der perfesser doubts my credick,
will he step outside minit?" The pro-
lessor haughtily declined to notice the
remark.
'Ei any odder gemman's got nothin'
ter say agin' my honah, will he step out
minit?"
Nobody stirred.
.'Yo' owes me de two chips yo' coined
in WIFI" gloomily remarked the elder.
"Dasso," said Mr.. Williams. Put
me in 'membrance OBJ dat trifle next
week." he said. Then he softly opened
the door and noiselessly vanished. a
dead silence Of ten minutes pre-
vailed, broken only by the varie-
gated breathing of the Rev. Mr..
Smith and by the ticking Of the
club clock, which was just three
hours slow. Suddenly the Rev. Mr..
Smith emitted snore Of such ingrati-
tude that he woke himself up. Then
coughed once, choked twice and drows-
ily inquired: "Who's dealin'?"
"Ain't nobody dealin' nufin," gloom
lily responded Mr.. Johnson.
OThe Rev. Mr.. Smith slowly opened
one eye.
"Whar's my chips?" he inquired.
"Blowed in" said Mr.. Johnson.
The Rev. Mr.. Smiths eye lighted on
his wallet. Its unusual flatneSs attract
ed his attention. He reached out and
felt it, much as skillful physician feels
an opulent patients pulse.
"Ain't been no cyclone struck de
club?" he asked.
"Nozah," said Mr.. Johnson.
Another pause. The Rev. Mr.. Smith
performed laparotomy on the wallet,
and examined its insides with great
care. Henry S. Ives amt been yar?"
he inquired.
"Nozah."
Another painful pause. "Were it
loot Willyums skun me?" he asked.
"Yezzah," said Mr.. Johnson, 'kink
full"
"Fer cash?" Queried the reverend
| gentleman.
"Nozah," replied Mr.. Johnson.
''Tooter he blowed in he honah, n yo'
bowed in yo' cash" A fourth and long
er pause.
"Niggahs," said the Rev. Thankful
Smith, thoughtfully posing the wallet
on his forefinger as though weighing IT.;
''wen a man plays pokah befo' he's got
| de Crissmus tukkep n de New Var glad
ness outen he system, dat man am suf-
ferin' fer lesson in temp'rinCe, n Use
got it,"
A brief pause.
"Niggahs," continued the Rev. Mr..
Smith, ''wen a mans so cross-eyed wifi
praise'n thanksgivin' dat he sees TO-
Fights wen he's only got one par-dat
mans booked fer speerince, n got
it,"
Another pause.
"Niggahs," added the Rev. Thankful
Smith, gwen a man blows in wifi wal
lick full OBJ green goods n wants ter
skin a moke what hain't got muffin
'cepting he honah-dat mans achin'
fer free parss to de valley OBJ tears,
N got it,
HENRY GUY CARLETON.