Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1895-09-21
ALL IN The FAMILY.

Forty-five years Old the day after To-
morrow. and it's surprising how we'll
my teeth hold out, ana now little gray
there is in my hair Nobody would
take me to be an Old bachelor, if I
didn't myself proclaim the fact.
tell you, though, I've had to fight
for it. You never would believe the
number Of women who have deliberate
Iy set themselves 10 work to be Mrs.
Brian Barlow.
And Charlie, my nephew, never will
believe but that I shall surrender yet;
but he's a fool
March 1O.-House opposite taken by
a young widow. Circumstances be-
ginning to look suspicious Why
couldn't she have taken the house at
the corner. or the one three doors be
low-both of EN- vacant. Brian, you'd
better look out.
March 12.-Saw the widow at her
window pretty young thing. with
big black eyes and hair blush black,
| and q remarkably trim figure. The
| servants say she is a Mrs. Trevor
think it's a pretty cool piece Of i'm
pudence for her maid to come to my
we'll for water.
March 20.-The widow sits at her
second story window altogether
keep resolutely back of the curtains.
No YOU don't Mrs. Trevor.
April IL don't know but that l had
better sell out here, and go to Canada.
The widow is certainly making q dead
set at me. Imagine her standing at
| the front gate to intercept me this morn
ing and saying, in the most artless Of
voices:
May I presume one instant on the
fact Of our being neighbors Mr.. Bar
low, and ask YOU to change a $50 bill
for me? My maid has tried everywhere
do YOU think you could"
No madam, 1 could not" l an
swered brusquely, putting my hands in
| my pockets. Il haven't a cent; good
| morning"
So l escaped that time What is
| the world coming to, I'd like TO know?
April 5.-During the week l have
gone out of my back yard gate alto
gether. There's an ill-tempered dog
IN the back lot, but that is better than
the widow
She met me coming home day before
yesterday, and tripped along by my
side as innocent as spring lamb. She
asked me ii l didn't find 1t very lone
some in the Harlem suburbs I told
her l preferred a solitary life.
wish I was Robinson CrusOe on his
desert island. There were no widows
there. I'll go down to-day and put my
house in the hands Of the real estate
agents. Canada is q cold climate
April Glands all in a tremble;
brain hot and thrObbing; feet cold as
ice, Let me see If I can collect myself
sufficiently 10 note down the appalling
events of this morning.
l had been out for walk. l was
tired. so I sat down in my easy chair for
a nap. with my feet on the window sill.
I must have slept nearly an hour for
the sky was bright with sunset when l
closed my eyes. and the stars were
shining when 4 was aroused by a con-
tinued and energetic rapping at my
door.
1 sprang up and opened the door,
and whom should l see bUt-the widow.
20. Mr.. Barlow, she gasped, catch
ing at my arm. do call for help-your
house is on fire ] saw 1t from my
windows: o, what should I have done
if anything serious had happened to"
And the widow tainted there in my
arms. with her pretty hair falling
about her face.
To think of her bright little eyes be-
ing first to see the peril with which
we were encOmpassed. But l don't
think she ought 20 have shown quite
so much interest in my safety. It Is
too evident that she is in love with
me and yet it's rather flattering to a
fellow.