Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1898-03-05
Republican Candidate for
Congressional Nominal
ton In the Second .
w. Va. District.

'you don't know who that man is 7"
II know he is nuisance retort-
ed Lucretia, "and that's enough
"But he's president Of a railroad,
and owns a bank, and has one house
in Chicago, and one in California,
and"
II can't help it," returned Mrs.
Bump, inexorably, ~ couldn't sleep
if he owned houses in every state in
the Union. Is'pose he has to have
two places, so that when the folks
in one won't stand it any longer he
can 60 to the other; and / don't
wonder that they are good ways
apart! No, Bartholomew, he must
be spoken to, and if you won't do it,
I shall r
They were ascending the stairs,
and as the good lady spoke, the OBJ
ject of her remarks appeared at the
top of the fight and stood aside to
let them pass.
She glanced suggestively at her
husband, but he pretended not to
notice, and feeling that such an op-
portunity was too clearly proyiden-
tial to be lest, she advanced gallant
ly to the charge.
81 hope you'll kindly excuse me,
sir" she began, "tut you know it's
hard on the folks to be broke Of
their rest for three nights running,
so l thought if you would just as
lief lie on your side" and then
seeing the blank bewilderment On
the mans face, she felt that she
must explain, and added, "Maybe
you don't happen to know, sir, that
snoring is owing to sleeping on the
back. and" but at this point, loud
er than ever, the same long-drawn,
melancholy reverberation smote the
air.
"For the lands sake,'' gasped the
astonlshed woman, "there it is in
broad daylight Well, if it amt
that, what is it?'
A look of intelligence dawned up
on the face of the small man, and
for few moments he seemed 10 dan
ger of strangulation.
II beg your pardon, madame"
he said, when articulation became 8
possibility, "the sound you refer to
is the steam fog-horn at the light
house yoDder."
Poor Mrs. Bumps vacation seem.
ed likely to become a burden to her.
The worthy deacon was infinitely d.
vertedsover his wife's blunder, and
the persistent fringe of fog which
hung over the horizon furnished op.
portunity for endless sly jokes at
her expense.
On one account, however, Deacon
Bump regretted the misty stmos-
phere.
It prevented him from pointing
out to his wife and family the church
steeple of which he was the discov-
erer
Sunday morning, to his satisfac-
ton, dawned clear and bright, the
fog-horn was silent, and slender
point appeared outlined above the
opposite shore.
Pretty fair eyes fo1 a short
sighted man, after all, he remarked
more than once that morning.
won't lose much by comparison
with your ears, eli, Lucretia ~
rs that II? Why, it looks to
me like good days jaunt from
here" said Lucretia, ignoring the
allusion.
"Oh. no. replied Deacon Bump !;
! understand they have late din.
ner here on Sundays, so if We start
right away after breakfast we shall
get back in time for that
The small boys wanted to take q
luncheon, but their father objected
to anything that would seem to give
q picnic flavor to the expedition.
I took care to give out to every
body, as far as could. that We were
going TO meeting, SO that my infu-
ence would be on the right side,n be
said, as they pushed of J; abut no.
body seemed to know about any
Westinghouse ever there. Strange