Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-07-25
IT WAS DELIGHTFUL.
So Mrs. Flightly Said Of the New
Book.

So Mrs. Flightly Said Of the New
Book.
Mrs. Flightly could hardly contain
herself while her husband discarded
his hat. coat and shoes, and ensconced
himself before the fire in all the COM
fort of a smoking jacket, sad in It's
frazzles but bright in its hue, pair or
Garnet sinners made from the bag car
ried to the metropolis fifty years before
by his father, and the evening paper
30, john" she burst out ecstatlcally'
cts just lovely!"
whats lovely?" rather unentnu-
siastically growled Mr.. Flightly.
"Why, the book.
What book, Mrs. Flightly? What
book? You must remember that in
this enlightened age we cannot refer
to a book and expect our listeners TO
seize with ready comprehension upon
: the very one we mean. This is an age
of books, madam, and only few peo-
pie are mind readers, and"
For heavens sake, john" inter-
rupted Mrs. Flightly, don't get start
ed on a TRADE, but let me tell you
about-about-O, l can't think OF the
name-you know l was always poor
on names, and besides you ought to
know it yourself, for I'm sure it must
be one of the popular books of the day.
NV. but it's just grand; sad enough to
make YOU cry, you know, but not
enough to get your nose red, and so
| original. There's a girl named-well,
it was foreign, know, and I'm sure
couldn't pronounce it if l remembered
it, and she's just head over heels in
love with young what's-his-name-"
"Ughi" grunted Flightly.
''He's such a dear, with flashing
J black eyes, and such a romantic his
tory-really so many things happened
to him 1 don't for the life of me see
how he remembered them to tell, and
brazen creature-now, it doesn't
matter about her name, for it was as
sumed and she had a husband in
forget whether it was in exile or Chi
cago. and then INDEPENDENTLY it
was right on the tip of my tongue
well, crafty Lord Somebody crosses
their path, and old Mr.. Thingama-
doc
stop, madam, stop" roared Flight
w. MAY | ask the remarkable name
of that last personage?"
cts really very impolite OF you to
interrupt me when I'm good enough
to tell you a story, and, besides, the
names don't cut bit of figure if you'll
only follow me. Now, to resume, after
a lot of dilly-dallying, they meet in
dark glen"
"Who meets?" queried Flightly, witt
desperate intonation.
why, the conspirators, of course
You see, they meet in dark, loath
some glen and fix up horrible plot
and Just as he walks out on the little
bridge spanning the river there's al
awful shrek, Just like ten Thousand
damned souls-that's what the bool
says-and everybody's killed and no
, a soul left to tell the tale"
, "How did it get out, then, Mrs
l Flightly? How did it get out?" askec
= Mr.. Flightly with demoniacal CLEAN
in his eyes.
"Such a poor attempt at humor
, John" uuavered his better half, "ant
r so heartless of you after such a pitifu
tale. but then''-bri ghtening up-"the.
married and lived happily ever after
( wards"
"Who married." howIe1 Flighty
springing from his chair cid execut
I ing a frenzied jig step, who married
Thingamadoo or Thinamadoodle, some
body or somebody else, what's-his
name or who-the-devil, who, and
5 they were all killed how did the,
/ marry?"
e John" coldly asserted Mrs. Flighty
looking him ssa,,ars,s;fTI. '2s7New' Yor
World.