Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-05-21

the room, but was met by the center Ia
BILE, which had a little lunch on 1t. IL
contained, among other things, some
bread with jam on IL and some cheese
that had come for Germany at q time
whe the quarantine regulations were
looser than they are now.
He upset this table.
"Now know where everything Is"
said MI. Burbank. This cheese Is In
the center OF tbs room, and | can always
find out'where | am even without q light"
Just then In turning TO turn on the cleo
trio light he stepped In the jam and
cheese at the same moment. lie also
found that the electric light had been
| turned off at the cellar.
No one can know just how he would
feel under these circumstances unless he
has been under those circumstances.
Mr.. Burbank had now lost all idea OF
direction, for the cheese still cIung 10
the sole Of his foot and roamed aroun
the room, attracting attention from the
radiator.
Mr.. Burbank is q tall, slender man,
looking very much as Henry Irving
would IL he had been trying TO board at
the Gastritis House during the winter
and train himself down to represent
Thought. Dressed in the simple robe
OF night, with his dark hair released
from it's confinement and tossed about
over his shoulders, with a cheese sand
witch on one foot and a corned beef and
mustard poultlce on the other, now and
then stepping on a revolving bottle OF
Halford sauce, he made a strong pic
ture as he saved himself from falling
by catching at the towel which hung
on a rack.
He went three times around the
room, feeling on the wall for the but
ton OF the bell, but missing II, as he
| could not get the right height, he
| opined. In the morning he found that
| the button was concealed by the head
board OF his bed and did not work any
how.
1t now became easy to locate the ra-
| dIator by the sound 1t made, also by a
little puddle Of hot water which he
stepped out Of with such a wild start
that be skinned mis- knee and hoped
| around over the lunch In great agony.
| As be felt the jam oozing up among bis
toes he became irritated and said:
'If 1 had IL TO do over again, / would
20 TO the other hotel"
There were two hotels, one called the
Phyloxeria and the other the Bergamot
| House. We were al the Bergamot.
Mr.. Burbank approached the radiator
and turned the valve open quickly,
then stepped back into the Halford sauce
as q stream OF hot water squirted across
the room into the coy bed which he had
| lust left. The little valve nut was now so
| hot that he could not turn IL back for
quite a long spell, but after awhile, by
the use OF a towel, be managed 10 turn
IL of enough so that only a small stream
came from Il, and he filed a china Gus
pidor with water. also the wash basin
and his yalIse. This be did while try
ing to empty the basin out OF the win
dow. A great deal OF the water was
spilled when he stepped on the Haliord
sance bottle again.
He emptied the basin while the cuspi-
dor was filing and then enptisd II
while the basin was filing.
Sometimes in going back and forth
be did not step on the Halford bottle
at all.
He does not remember how many
times he did these round trips, but As
the gray dawn began 70 steal timidly
across the suIlen sky there stood at the
open easement q tall nan with a pale,
| Intellectual face and In a simple. 1ut.
tering and severely plain negligee with
wet sleeves. He was just pouring rhs
last pitcher OF hot water out Of the win
dow, and below lay the body Of the
watchdog-drowned.
The watchdog lay with CLASSY eye.
chained TO the house. ana the watch
dogs honest bark was pes:Sd of n
places where the hot water STRUCK
him.
That pale and interesting man
the author Of these iinehf
At argt 1 thought / JfouId ssy \