The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-10-07

u would anticipate Dglun, ne sAlui
"beiore giving your esteemed father
that trouble. But he is now in the
meadow beyond. saw him there.
Tel me, Rachel, what has Inc against
me?"
Nothing now. but II he we're here.
Oh, dear He saws that anybody can be
an artist, but that an artist is nobody.
That first he hangs up his pictures aud
then his grocer; that II Is absurd Tor
one to think Of marrying, for even TOOL
OF builder knows that painting won
support anything. That all great in
yentors, travellers, and discoveries have
been Woodworking, seIi.maic men Ike
himself, and not thing light enough
to sit all day on dolPs campstool with
out breaking it.
"DisCoycrers
"IIe keeps talking about Ledya.d and
Schieleman, and SAYS that such . son-in-
law as they would bring ruin on him.
| mean ruins, aud his gray hairs into
the dust, and welcome. And that's
what he's looking Tor. Pm prize
offered by an antiquarian society, oil
which he's the sole member lie has
gone DAFT on tho subject OF mounds
and archaeology, although he cant pro-
nouuCe much less spell this latter word:
Why, when | was pleading Tor you l
thought for an instant ! had moved
him. Does he know anything about
the loltecs? he asked. | said no, We
didn't generally discuss them.
"And then he grew red in the face
and shouted: And yet they painted
themselves. Out upon such q fellow.
I'll have none OF him. He isn't even
acquainted with the rudinens oil his
own profession Oh, Albert, why
haven't we talked about the loltocs?
We might have instead OF repeating 50
often Pa insists that on their journey
from Asia to Mexico they stopped here
for WILHELM sure don't know why,
except for the air anu fresh eggs and
cream-and built temple in the centre
OF that very meadow where you just saw
him. But you haven't heard . word
Pve been saying. must say, MIR.
Griffin" Here Rachel paused with
reproachiul eyes and quivering lips, but
Albert continued his untoward conduct
by gazing intently on the ggtta percha
remnant in the little lads hand.
Tommy, come here" he said, but
Tommy chose the better part OF MUNICH
ing Albert drew bright dime from
his pocket. Tommy" he repeated,
and tommy drew near.
"Wha! Is that you are catlng?' he
asked.
"Tuiers," answered Tommy. Two
for five cents at Wigginses, the bakers.
And there's 4 nally inside so you
mustn't bite hard"
'Ihey are doughnuts, Mr.. Griffin"
explained Rachel, friGidly, since you
seem interested i'll such trivtattttes, aud
very popular with all the little boys.
Doubtless you would like one. There's
a glass marble in the centre OF each.
You might 'knuckle down and skin
Sour wrist with Tommy"
81 would like one" rejoined Albert,
pleasantly, as he selected Q specimen
from the parcel. "llum! one must bite
hard il one bites at all. Here, Tommy,
a fair exchange and he threw a coin
to the lad.
"a dip in acid" he added land 4
touch OF black paint will finish the
work OF petriication." He started to
his feet and pointed to the bury form
of Oscar Blodgett advancing from the
field.
ppm not crazy, Rachel, and have n
scheme, so don't despair. And now l
really must 20. An important engage
ment, YOU know" And art instead OF
waiting on mechanical skill ior once be.
came its fnrerunner.
1t was one evening, 4 week later, that
old Oscar, while stroiiing around the
mound in the meadow, intent on inves-
tigation, saw first mead and then n
form appear on its brow. 1t was Albert
Griffin slowly advancing toward him
with bowed head, engrossed in the ex-
animation OF some object which he held
in his hand. The old man, being short
necked and apoplectic, felt his choler
rise.
"Here herew he shouted, waving his
cane. "Mhat do you mean? Don't
you know this is private property"
Albert hastened forward, rudy with
confusion.
81 beg your pardon, Sir" he STAN.
mered, "for this intrusion. 1t was not
premeditated | assure you. was pass.
ing along the public lane with the
hope, l admit, OF catching glimpse oil
one most dear, though far removed,
when the wind snatchei away my hat
and did not catch it until on the top
OF that-that hill, | suppose he vulgar
call it. and while there | stubbed my
toe against a relic SO extraordinary that
ever since | have been oblivious oil all
else. Allow me, sir, to render to you
this archaeological treasure. It's
"Arkiloggy! cried the old man. "What
can you know about it? thought you
messed with paints"
YES" replied Albert, modestly.
"That is my vocation, but while y
student in Europe availed myself oil
vacation time to crafty my taste for
antiquities by visiting the remains OF
Pompeii, the excavations OF Nineveh,
and the successive layers OF civilization
at Troas, but never, sir, have stood on
spot so pregnant with possibilities"
"God bless my SOUL" exclaimed Os-
car. "Now, really, do you think so?
That hill, as you say the vulgar call it,
now what would you term it, ior in
stance?''
"a mound or tumulus of some such
ancient people as the TolIecs," answered
Albert firmly.
"My dear fellow, Pm so happy to
meet you. Why haven't We known
each other before? Beneath the paint
l discern a man after my own heart"
Excuse me, your daughters, you
mean"
"Well, well, well see. Certainly your
wisdom puts very different aspect on
your pretenses. But, tell me, what is
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