Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-03-22
LOVES DREAM ENDED.
''NIr. Arrowsmith Was Enamorsd OF a
WOmSn."

enter Il tramp, UNEXPECTEDLY
He was a sinSter-looking old man.
with a cut across the cheek, say 20 or
thereabouts.
I'm Mr.. Turks" he said cheerful
Is. 81 Mr.. Arrow smith. he sent me to
YOU with his love. I've letter for
YOU" and he produced it from the
depths of his trousers pocket.
Mr.. Arrowsmith?' Miss Lavina re-
peated. with an inquiring air. 20. yes,
Louisa; YOU remember. He vas
She hesitated, not liking to say that
tramp which, in point OF fact, was
the actual occupation OF both gentle
men in question.
Il remember Miss Louisa replied,
with a humorous little twinkle. for Mr..
ArOwsmith was an older and still more
villainous rogue than even the specimen
that stood before them.
IL bore the following remarkable in
scription:
To the two maiden ladies,
On high beech road
Not far from lord Berryhurst' S
park gates,
Near Haslemere,
Surrey.
One Of EN- wears spectacles.
The bearer of this, a gentleman
named Turks. his a friend OF mine, an
he will tell YOU hall about il your Obed-
gent servant,
Richard Arrowsmith.
Miss Lavina looked up. "Well?'
she said interrogatively.
Mr.. Turks pulled himself together
for the arduous task of articulate
speech We'll" he said solemnly, be-
ginning his tale. "ArrOwsmith. he was
enamoured of a woman.
Miss Lavina. being parish councillor,
was far too wise 10 be astOnished at
anything. "Indeed?" she said politely.
1t was like this" Mr.. Turks went
on. with visible marks OF an effort to
be explicit. Him an me was in the
infrmary.
"Workhouse?" Miss Lavina inquired
laconically. for she knew the dialect.
Mr.. Turks nodded 'Horsham." he
added slowly. we was both of us
down with this ere blessed infuenzer."
Il generalise his epithet.) An Ar
rOWsmith. he was enamOured Of wo-
man. An the woman was in the work
house tOO-female side-inhrmary.
An the doctor, he ordered Arrowsmith
porter. HowsOmdever. Arrowsmith,
he didn't drink hisn, through being that
enamoured Of the woman I spoke Of,
but sent it round TO her By inmate
as helped the nurses.
THAT was touching, Miss Layina
replied
And he wanted me TO write to her,
clendeStine.' Mr.. Turks went on, ad-
venmring YET another of his company
words with obvious gustO. He want
ed me 10 write to her. not KNOWN how
hisself. and havin got inmate to write
this letter to YOU. But, O. course, l
couldn't be a party to nothin' clendes-
tine And Mr.. Turks bosom swelled
with conscious virtue.
THAT was a pity Miss Lavina re-
marked once more.
Mr.. Turks looked surprised. He had
not expected this from a maiden lady.
And in time. he went on, the mas
ter found out he wasn't drinkin' his
porter accordin' to orders, but sendin'
IL clendestine 10 this woman he was
enamOred Of So the master up an give
him a jacketing. "
"A what?" Miss Lavina inquired, at
fault for a moment.
a jacketing Mr. Turks responded.
Had words with him, mum, in the
manner of speaking. And Arrowsmith,
he never was one TO sit down quiet to a
iacketing. bein that high-Spirited. So
he ups and arsts the master for his
clothes he did.
For his clothes" Miss Louisa inter-
posed not following the narrative.
Yes. mum-for his clothes. You see,
in wOrkhOuse, things is always done
regular and respectable. When a in
mate wants to leave. the reg lar course
is. ne arsts for his clothes; an Arrow
smith arstin' for his clothes. the wom-
an he was enamoured of aTsts for her
clothes. too. an out they goes together,
permiscuous like, as it would seem, but
really through his writin' to her clan
destine to warn her. And ArrOwsmith
he'd never cashed them orders you sent
him. keeDin' it all for her.
You recollect. Lavina." Miss Louisa
interpoSed. I'VE sent him two postal
orders last winter, for a couple Of shil-
lings each TO buy himself tobacco
when he was in Maidstone union
Mr.. Turks nodded.
That is il. ne answered sagaciously.
An now comes the trouble So out ne
an she went, an goes, O. course, to-
gether to the public 'ouse. An, there,
drinkin' away the money you was kind
enough TO send him, ArrOwsmith an
the woman gets to words at last; an
speaks Ugh to one another; an has 1t
out an fights in the end, through bein'
in LIQUOR. An the woman hits Arrow
smith on the cad with a pewter. an
then runs away, an ArrOwsmith after
her An they runs right on as far as
Southwater church, an straight into
the church yard. An there Arrow
smith catches her an its her a blow;
an the woman. she falls down cross
ways upon a tombstone, an hurts her
spine. And the pliceman cops him.
An Arrowsmith, he's now in Lewes
iail. awaitin' his trial An he's sent me
TO arst il You'll allow him trifle.
Thus ended loves old dream. Il was
but a sordid comedy. Yet Miss Isavina,
village councillor though she might be.
was poorer that night by five shillings.
The Sketch.