Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-09-20

eral minutes, during which time there
was an interchange OF hostilities. and
, at times it looked as though all the
happy family were punched together
in a struggling, scratching, clawing,
| biting mass.
Jack watched them fight until they
finally stopped, from apparent exhaus-
ton.
We'll, II that isn't the darndest thing
That ever happened" he said. Il Won
| der where he got that gang together"
He closed the shutters when the fam
| lily quieted down, and began cogi-
tating as to the best method Of pro-
! cedure on HIS part. He decided to in
dite a note TO the coachman, ordering
him to get the happy family out OF
The way Immediately, under penalty
OF being reported to the health board.
| While he was writing the note he was
frequently interrupted by spasmodic
outbreaks on the roof. 1t was two hours
after he first entered the room before
he got to sleep.
In the morning he sent the note to
the coachman. When late that night
he reached home he found curt note
from the coachman stating that the me-
nagerie was going to stay where It was
despite AL his health board threats.
Then Jack got hot under the collar.
He went up TO his room and soon
found out that the happy family was
having another midnight seance. Sleep
was out of the question under the cir
cumstances, and while he was deliber-
ating in his mind the question OF going
| out to hotel his eye happened to light
on a parlor rife hanging over the
mantel. That settled the fate OF two
members OF the happy family. The
Harlem goat and the lille Brazilian
! bear departed for the happy hunting
grounds that night.
In the morning he looked out and
was gratifled that the menagerie had
been removed.
THAT coachman has learned a thing
or two" he remarked.
The next night Jack had nothing to
disturb him. He took survey Of the
roof, saw that everything was clear,
and settled down for a solid nights
rest He had barely turned out his
light when there was squawking
which caused him to roll and toss. The
squawking kept up,and Jack, finding
that sleep was impossible, jumped up
and took a glance at his old enemy's
quarters.
"Quack, Quack! Quack. Quack!
Quack" came from the roof.
Jack strained his eyes for the source
Of this noise, and under the coachman's
window saw what he thought were
braca of wild ducks. He grabbed up his
parlor rife and popped away at the
ducks. He fired several shots and SEEM
ed to strike tae ducks each time, but
they did not go down. This rather as
tonished him, and he was more careful
about his aim. He fired dozen shots
at the ducks, but still they maintained
their position and kept up their
squawking. Jack was becoming warm
er all the while. He sent another
dozen pellets at the ducks before he
found that they were simply decoys
and were screwed to the roof. The
coachman, who, it developed had been
working duck call at his window,
burst into laughter. Jack, greatly
chagrined, turned in for the night. He
had comforting idea, though, that that
would end his troubles.
When he appeared at his club the
next night he was astonished TO find
himself the centre OF a crowd OF mem
bers. who roared with laughter when
he entered the cafe.
Understand you've been hunting in
the Adirondacks lately, Jack" said one.
TITS against the laws TO shoot ducks
al this season." said another.
Eyes. and bears are not legitimate
game, either" said a third.
why, what are you fellows talking
about?" said Jack.
Going to give us a game supper"
asked the first speaker.
What do you mean?"
Just ask the steward" said ar
other.
Jack walked over to the impressive
steward.
Whats the cause of all thIs?" he
asked.
There is a box down the Ice box,
sir. that was brought here for you this
evening" said the steward.
What the devil Is it?"
The steward led the way down stairs
and Jack went after, followed by the
crowd. The steward pulled out box
and there were the Harlem goat and
the Brazilian bear with label stating
tina. they had been killed in the Adj
rondacks by one Jack Devere. The son
of the coachman's employer was mem
Der of the club. The coachman had
told him the story and he had done the
rest. Jack laughed, and slipping the
steward a bill told him to get rid of
the trophies OF the hunt, and set up a
wine supper for the crowd.
Jack is living at hotel now, having
settled with the owner of the happy
family, the remaining members of
which are summering on the coach
mans roof.-New York Sun.
John dear, can't wait to tell you