Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-09-19

! nave uS6fl QlSSaSe &uy now. mAIk II
| Rush o, why must men have lodges!
Why doesn't Henry come home. Dear
dear, dear! How shall ever stand il
| till he comes."
The message was given to the boy
with an urgent request to hurry, anc
| then Lizzie did all she could for half ar
hour to keep her mistress from going
/ crazy. At last Mr. Browning got home
AS he reached the top of the stairs his
wife threw herself upon his breast and
| sobbed:
20. Henry, poor, little Willie. Dying!
| Crazy telegram"
What" exclaimed the child's father
"Our dear boy" she cried. "They say
| he's crazy. We must go at once. FRS
train!"
Mr. Browning stepped back from his
| wife. alarmed. He thought she hac
| suddenly lost her reason, and, of course
| there was danger that she might be-
come violent any minute.
| But Lizzie stepped forward then
| holding out the message, and Mr.
Browning grabbed it. After reading il
through twice. he turned, perplexed, tc
| his wife, saying:
well, don't see why you're making
such a dickens of fuss over little
| thing like this,"
80, Henry" she reproachfully cried;
''how can you talk that way. Heaven
| will punish you for it. o, my poor
| child. o, pray that the awful sins
of his wicked father may not be visited
upon him."
Say" said Mr.. Browning, in the
sternest tones at his command, Il want
| to know the meaning of all this, II
you're not out of your head. you're
saying things that you'll be sorry for
20. when can we go?' the stricken
lady responded
| Go where?" her husband asked
more mystified than ever.
why. to Warren; to our boy,"
what do you want to go there for?'
Then Mrs. Browning gaZed at the
heartless wretch for fully half min
ute, after which she pointed finger al
the piece of yellow paper he held, and
tragically exclaimed:
THE MESSAGE"
He read it again, and said:
well, for my part, | don't see why
you should be so upset over a sick dog
"A sick dog" she shrieked. DO you
call my child a dog! o, you heartless
brute. o, this is too much. l am los
ing my mind"
Lizzie said Mr Browning, turning
to the mystified girl, can you run and
get doctor? Rouse the neighbors
She has lost her reason"
But Lizzie was indignant. She, too
had wondered at the heartless indif-
ference of the man, and, resolutely de-
mi ho4 h.
her place than desert her mistress then
she savagely replied:
NO. 1t is you that have lost your
reason Don't you care any more for
your own child than that?"
Say said Henry Browning. hand
ing the message over to the defiant girl
will you please read that aloud to me?
Maybe | have gone daft. But / want
you to prove it before I'll believe it.
| Read the thing from the beginning to
end
Youngstown, the nine" Lizzie be-
gan. when Mrs. Browning interrupted:
Youngstown? What on earth are
| they doing at Youngstown"
What are who doing at Youngs.
town. Mr.. Browning demanded.
Why, Jane and Willie And we sent
the message to Warren, o. dear
But her husband had finally begun
to see through it, so he hastily explain.
ed the situation. Then the poor wo.
mans tears came, and throwing her.
self into his arms cried:
20, Henry, let Us thank heaven fol
I spaTing our dear, dear child"
She was still sobbing upon his manly
! breast, when there came another VIC
! lent ringing at the door bell.
MRS Browning placed a hand over
| her heart, turned pale, and would have
| fallen to the floor if her husband haC
/ not supported her. In the meantime
| Lizzie hurried downstairs. and pres
entity returned with another message
Mr.. Browning hastily opened it. Mrs
browning made no sound. She just sal
there, pale and staring into space. II
was evident that a very slight shock
would now be disastrous. Mr.. Brown.
! ing read:
What on earth do you mean by tell
ing us to put his feet in hot water and
mustard? Why, do you want us t.
| get all the doctors in town? Please
explain at once. We are greatly wor
ried. lame
Mr.. Browning sent this simple reply,
Never mind mustard, hot water anC
doctors. Mama meant those things
for sick dog in Youngstown"
Then the lights were turned out ant
the Brownings went to BEDS. Il
Kiser in Cleveland Leader.
|