The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-07-23
HERE AND THERE.

/ For she was summer giri arrayea,
And was q city Jay.
One eve when the stars and moon hung
We sat By the sounding sea,
And ] watched In her eyes the love-hsht
Thrilling me with eevtaey.
The same old story, its oft been told,
From lips OF the poets sung
For she e. was pretty G q | was s,,l bold
Another eve and the sea waves sighed.
For summers viii wax and wane,
And tourists perforce must homeTard
AND paf.lngs yill Ger cause pain.
Strangely familiar her face. thought,
And think so now the more;
For she's the hired girl next door!
The husband gave IN at last to his
wlfe's coaxing to have the children's
pictures taken. She had been at him
for months. and he finally yielded I'M
der the hre. He Is modest man, and
while he feels certain pride in being
the father of eleven children, doesn't
thrill with enthusiasm as he marches at
their head to the picnic or to endure the
attendant crush Of viewing a holiday
parade. at Will be so nice, Jim, to
have their pictures In the album In
years to come" his wife told him He
nodded his coincidence with her re-
mark. but his thoughts ran to the duty
OF escortlng eleven children up the
flights OF stairs TO the photographers
/ - a ~ ~ aa f1Nn Nrgifa
sitting In the midst OF their numerous
brood. There was nothing to be Asham-
ed OF, but somehow he was disinciined
to go. Well, they started one bright af-
ternoon. Eleven little faces were wash
ed and scrubbed, new frocks and waists
enclosed eleven little bodies, and after
two hours Of fumlng, tretting and
strong language, the nervous parents
81 rted out at the head Of the little
army. Now, children nike TO stop and
gdze in at beautifully dressed store win
dows. One would stop and then the
others until the father became furious.
His relief was great when they entered
the gallery. The artist was the acme
OF good nature, and soon had his ma
chine ready TO lombard the group,
while he amused the youngsters by tell
ing them to look at the little bird"
Everything was arranged at last. The
photographer had said his final steady
now; look up there In 'front.'" when a
mothers startled voice broke In on the
stiffness: "oh, Jim, where is our VIII
Ie?"
True enough, little Willie was abb
sent. There they were, ten little new
frocked, new-waIsted, scrubbed-faced
children. but one OF the flock, little VIII
lie, was conspicuous by his absence.
General CONSERVATION followed. 1t
wouldn't do to take the family group
unless all were there The father swore
and tore around until ten little voices
Joined In the chorus with a weeping
mother. The photographer never was
confronted with such a scene IN all MS
long experience. 1T you don't mind,
Sir" broke In the father at last, ad.
dressing the man OF the negative, wen
retire 10 our home. I'll send the children
around to you one at time some other
day."
The photographer assented, and then
all hands started out for little Willie,
who had been missed, while gluins ms
eyes on confectloner's plate glass
front
They are talking 1t over among them
selves, these next-door neigAbors on
South Side street. and many are the
consultations rendered the brave young
SON of one Of these nelghbors. For 1t
takes the bravery OF a Rough Rider to
steal up to a door in the solemn dark
ness of the night, and investigate the
opened window OF a friend to verify a
suspicion that burglars are singing
their lag inside. And the reception that
he got-but that is another story; and
It was all a mistake.
1t was this way: One night this wee;
shortly after the capitol clock had tap
ped Its midnight twelve strokes, the
young man was vending his way home
ward, and noticed as he entered his gata
that the windows In the parlor OF the
next door were up; and the inmates be-
ing close friends Of his he was sure
burglars must have raised the windows
and were now at work HIS first
thought WIS to sound the alarm. But
what II there were no burglars? All,
then he would get the merry ha-ha!
So he decided on an Investigation.
He advanced cautiously across the
pavement to the next gate. and then
as cautiously and noisefessly tip-toed
upto the porch Then he peered through
the darkness right and left. He took
a step further toward the window, ana
had iul9 one hand on the sill, when
tiuuk! Down came bucket Of wafer
on his head. It was deluge, and the
Young man sank to the ground. Then
a feminine voice fioated down from an
upper window:
II told you what you'd get If you
Straraftif hnnff hys O'clock"
The good wife was under the belief |
she was Furnishing her belated husband,
who Mt that time was drowning several
SORROWS under a red light around the
corner.
A queer thing to weep over was the
death OF little tree. It was sum-
mach, and 1t had survived FIVE seasons
Of suns and SHOWS, and from Its station
against the fence, Afforded shade for a
part OF each OF three -backyards. A
shade tree in that quarter Of the citY
was thing OF beauty, but alas! not a
10y forever. Two nelghboring, bare
footed boys climbed on the tree YesteF-
day, and their frolicliihg brought the |
s,outest limb OF the !rail tree 90 the |
ground and bringing about the trees
demise. OF course they were sorry, but
their parents much more so. 1t had
grown up with the children and had
come to be looked on as something to be
worshlped. The tiny hands that plant
ed II between the bricks Of the paved
back yard were folded over year ago.
A father coming home from work last
night looked at wifes moist eyes and
understood. The fathers OF the playful