Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1897-11-15

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COME RIGHT ALONG WITH ME;
BOTH OF YOU"
+ There was little chance for sleep or
| rest between stations, and when the
train finally rolled into the East AL
bany yards the next morning, the two
lads were a sorry-looking pair, with
blistered hands, aching backs and eyes
smarting from cinders and dust.
Here they left the caboose and
their friends, the thick-set conductor
and surly brakeman, without word of
goOd-by or regret and fastened across
the railroad bridge to Albany. When
they reached the other side a dapper,
gray-haired gentleman, who had alight-
ed from a west-bound train several
hours before, gave them a quick,
searching glance, then passed into the
waiting-room, and few minutes later
the following message was speeding
over the wires to Brooklyn:
Albany, N. Y, -
"Mr Phineas Budge-Birds just ar
rived by freight train. Plumage some
what ruf1ied. Any instructions yet?
'Waggley."
But all that Mr.. Bulge did when he
read these wards was to smile grimly
and put the message carefully away in
his pocket with the others.
".
"Well," said Harry, as the two boys
reached the Albany end of the bridge,
I'm about sick of this kind of fun"
$50 am l." said Frank, running
away isn't much of joke after ALL I
thought we were going to have lots
of excitement and fun, but l haven't
seen great deal of it yet I believe
I'd go back home now, but-but-"
But what?"
well, I'm ashamed to. I'd rather
starve, almost, than to go back and
face mother and father, after the way
we've acted and the way we look"
"Well, what shall we do, then?
I'm not going to work my way another
| foot toward Chicago"
''Nor I. Well look around and see
what we can find to do in Albany"
| So the lads went into a cheap res
taurant, washed and brushed them
selves and expended thirty cents of
their remaining capital for food, of
which they were sadly in need, after
their hard work on the freight train.
They also needed rest, but they
wished to improve every minute in
search of something to do, as the few
dimes they had left were scarcely suffi-
cient to procure them another meal
and nights lodging. They applied for
work at a number of places, only to
be turned away with a shake of the
head, or more frequently a roughly
spoken "No." Finally Frank said:
There's no use of hunting any fur
Their for work to-day. I think people
are suspicious of US because we've got
this new travelling bag with us. Let's
pawn that and the pistol, and that will
give us money enough to last us till
we find something to do"
''All right, but you'd better unload the
pistol first, hadn't you?"
81 didn't load it when we started.
was afraid to, so l only made believe.
See for yourself" and Frank took the
new revolver from his pocket and Of
fered it to Harry.
Just then a policeman stepped up,
and tapping him on the shoulder, said:
Garry gun, do you, young man?
Run away from home, too, I'll bet a
cent! Come right along with me, both
of you!"
Two hours later Mr.. Phineas Bulge
of Brooklyn, was On his way to Albany
with a telegram in his pocket, reading:
Boys in lookup. Pretty sick Of their
experiment, 1 think. Better come up
and8 see them. ''WAGGLEY."
The next morning, when the two lads,
haggard, and utterly broken down by
] their night in the station house cell,
were arraigned in the police court, the
magistrate glanced down at them with a
frown and said:
What are your names?"
Frank and Harry Bulge" answered
| Frank.
Where do you Hve?" was the next
question
Frank hesitated moment, then said:
'.In Brooklyn"
"Ah! l suspected something Of that
! sort! What are you doing in Albany"
I'VE are-er-traveling stammered
| Frank.
You probably won't travel much fur
Their, for spell, anyhow. You have
been arrested as suspicious characters,
with firearms in your possession, and as
| there is no one present to take you in
charge and give bail for your good be-
| havior. | shall have to"
But there Isl" shouted a deep voice,
! as the door of the court room opened
| and stout gentleman came hurriedly
| forward.
who are you?" demanded the mag
| istrate of the newcomer.
"Their father, Phineas Bulge, of
Brooklyn" was the reply, and the next
moment the two lads were laughing
| and crying in their parents arms.
After a few words of explanation
they were discharged and left the court
room in company with their father and
a dapper, pleasant-featured gentleman,
whom he introduced to them as my
| friend, Mr.. Waggley.
n How did you happen to get here
| pst In the nick Of time, fatAer?" asked