Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-05-28

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Mrs. Tilley which was not to be
suffered.
''Pooh" said Melinda, getting down
the frying pan.
"Ain't you read about the census.
| Mllnda? A million Of women going-a-
begging"
The little General frowned and rubbed
her nose upward with a dirty forefnger.
II womanklnd was going to become a
drug in the market the men might shew
an additional d%epravity. However, she
would o allow that the difficulty was
/ insurmountable. There's husbands and
husbands. and yours amt the sort l
should 90 TO accept OF. They may be
very good things when they're wtllin' TO
/ carry up Goals aud luggage and TO clean
the knives and boots now and agen; out
when IL amt nought better a man can
do than bringing OF you a baby year by
wear, well, Id choose to do without one
! of that sort" And, with an expressive
/ shrug, Melinda turned to the frying
pan and gave her mind to the lodger's
chops.
There was now indeed a goodly stock
OF Young Tilleys on hand to a~ggravate
/ Melinda's moral perceptions and to add
to her labors. "All Of i'm one wuss
than t'other in the way Of screeching,"
said Melinda 20 the curate In a
confidential moment. Mrs. Tilley
gives OF them too much butchers meat;
there amt nothing like 1t for bringing
out a voise." The Generals yellow
ewes flashed a quick glance at the little
man. He had no voice TO speak OF and
very few chops and steaks found their
way up 20 his quarters.
The curats possessed his soul IN great
patience, though he was sadly harassed
on the upper story by the unruly crew
which occupied an attic adjacent to his
own. He might stuff his ears with cot
ton wool and urge mild remonstrance,
but the sound OF tin trumpets and penny
whistles prevailed against all endeaVors
and persuasion. Though he was but a
little man he had a large soul, but un-
/ fortunately 10 was not visible through
his s~pectacles. He had a deep respect
| fer poor humanity, fallen as il was, and
a vet yaSter pity for its needs. He knew
how difficult il was TO satisfy hungry
bodies with the thoughts Of goodness he
was charged 20 deliver. Nevertheless,
he labored on, not losing his faith that
there were immortal souls under the
husk Of v|illiany and degradation, and
| bestowlng what help he could on the
vile bodies whose more immediate ne
| cessiUies needed no searching out.
Melinda was one OF the few people
who had made discovery OF the large
| soul looking out Of patient eyes behind
! the s~pectaCles. She yielded an unWlll-
ing and half-scornful tribute to the only
piece Of manhood she had com across
/ which actually forgot to minister pri-
marily to self. But her secret acknowl-
| edcement OF virtue going out Of him was
iealously guarded, and lent no additional
suavity TO her me She could not
/ so far 20 back from her acknowledged
opinions. The curate was not more
Qraciously entreated than the rest Of
/ the dodgers in respect OF language.
Nevertheless, Melinda BACKED his
| PATCHED boots with extra vigOr and
bought darning wool and shirt buttons
/ surreptitiOusly. Neither was his fire
/ ever suffered TO 60 out in his absence or
| the matter OF hot water forgotten on
dark mornings.
Coming one day, earlier than usual, TO
attend TO the little mans needs, she
found him still at his religious eXer-
cises, with a Greek Testament in his
| hands. Her head was high aloft, this
attitude was always significant Of men,
tai disturbance, and she shifted vig0r-
ously in the course Of laying the break
fast cloth and placing the tin OF sar-
dimes in position. The curate urged a
gentle remonstrance. "You should take
some camphor, Melinda. You appear TO
have q bad cold"
at amt no cold" protested the maid,
pausing with d fork In her hand, and
/ uuckering up her odd little face in a
singular manner; a manner which COM
! pletely e|xtinguished her eyes. This sig
/ ni6ed a stoical suppression of tears.
lis there anything the matter?' said
the currte, not ignorant OF such signs.
He closed his book with a sigh and sat
looking down at the clasp. There was
always something th9 matter where be
was concerned. Life had called very
heavily on his capital Of sympathy; the
/ endeavor to rectify the mistakes and ig-
j norance Of others was yet his chief task.
Matter enough" said Metilds, with
a look that might have caused a
hero to quail. Was she Que to make
much ado about nothing, hat fiery
glance seemed TO say. There's Mrs.
TiIley been at it again. Another new
baby this blessed night"
"Reallyl I'm afraid It can't be
helped, " rejOinsd the little man with a
heavy sigh, rejecting on the perilous
problem Of population.
"WhO wants to 'elp Of 1t? She'll
ro,or so,a No mora Hara MaliDda |
choked.
'Then why DO you cry?"
"She's agOin' 20 die" The little Cen
erals head bowed itself over the sar-
dimes. Tue curate rose much per-
turbed. He pushed his s%pectacles up alb
sently and his soul was visible in his
mild eyes. This proof of womanly feel
ing ia Melipda's stony heart was some
thing be had not expected. +,
''She's took awful bad, and me to be
left with all them children on my lands, !
not 70 speak Of i'm" The supreme
ScOrn on the pronOun was distinctive
and seemed to include a world of disas-
ter. HE nigh frightened that poor
sick crltchur TO death straight off, COM
in in az 3 o'clock in the mornin' as
drunk as any Saturday night scum, and
flouriShin' of a carving knife about like
a wild %Iniun." This graphic version Of
Mr.. Tilley'S misdemeanerS was only too
true.
"He didn't huI. the babY?"
Was it possible there was a tone OF
/ anticipation in the curate's question?
Melinda shook her head in decided neg
alive, and overcome by a second burst
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