The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-08-20


happiness Is In their city home. To
make their homecoming further
cause for Joy, Wilson is annually at
his wits end. It Is easier to please the
children than II is his wife. She doteB
on a clean house; she keeps her own
spotlesslV clean and prldes herself on
this fact.
Wilson is left to cook his own meals
and keep the house In order while his
wife is inthe country, and he manages 1t
to perfection. Last summer his wife re-
turned on Monday and on the preced-
ing Sunday Wilson worked like a slave
'tldying things up" for his wife's COM
ing. Before his nelghbors were out OF
bed, he was up and at the front windows
and he soon got them bright and
polished. Then he drew down the cur
tains while he busted the parlor furni-
ture. Next he retreated to the dining
room which was soon swept, busted and
put in ship shape order. Down on the
kitchen floor on his knees got he, and
ne scrubbed and scrubbed until his
breath gave out, but not before his task
was done. Clean dishes were arranged
with neatness on the pantry and cup
board shelves. The dustpan and broom
worked double time. II was dusk when
Wilson lay back In his chair. tired
but happy man. He was comforted BY
the thought OF the delight in store for
Mrs. Wilson.
Next dag at noon Mrs. Wilson and the
little bunch of sun-burnt Wilson's land
ed on the front porch, and hurried
through the hall. Wilson could hardly
restrain himself He had been lone
some man these many weeks, yet he
deemed his suffering nothing In COM
parlson with the JOY OF seeing a de-
llghful wife praise him for having the
house so nice and clean.
The little Wilson's no sooner opened
the front door than they were out the
back. Their mother was not so fast.
An exchange OF fond greetings, then
che passed into the hall and on to the
dining room. Wilson stood back
20 drink In her delight. His
breath came fast. He could
hardly wait to hear her sing his
praises. There! she was ready to
speak as she glanced through the
kitchen door. Wilson leaned over to
her. John" she cried. as she smiled at
the cupboards and rubbed her hands on
the backs OF the chairs. "how dirty
everything is. tn take me two weeks
to clean UP the house."
Wilson heard no more. He had coll
iapsed near the refrigerator. His eyes
were closed, but he gazed into the
slough OF the despond. He was hit In
the solar plexus of his imagination.
Life was one sad minor strain that day
for Wilson. His castle In Spain had
gone the way OF Cervera's fleet.
But 1t wouldn't do to omit the con-
Guiding pleasant chapter. Wilson is a
perseVering man and things came his
way this summer. Yesterday his wife
md their little brood returned from their
summer pilgrimage. Even the Kids
Joined in their mothers delight rs her
eyes reveled on the transformed
kitchen. Fresh paint and varnish and
new furniture replaced the former dark
walls and lonq-used chairs, Now Il
was Mrs. Wilson who collapsed. When
she came to, she said: "How good you
are, John"
Whether chickens come home to roost
always or not, they often pass bV your
way, leaving n gentle reminder that It
wero better for you to have left unsaid
those things which you have said, and
to have said certain things which you
said not. For it's so easy to make re-
marks about q stranger TO an acqunin-
lance, and have the acquaintance
reply. that the said stranger Is
his brother, sister or cousin as the case
may be. There are plensanter things
than to receive such reply. A young
man looking at photograph OF girl.
a kns Svtwl
friend the other day, remarked as he
gaZcd at the picture that this girl Is
pretty fair looking, but she'll never see
30 again" His listener was indignant
at his remark, yet couldn't repress n
smile. Neither could she repress the
inclination to so inform the original OF
the photo. and OF course, the Original
A sweet Island girl-snld what she
thought OF the fellow who added sew
eral yenrs to her aQe-n dangerous pro-
ceedlng for any young man TO do.
Wonders will never cense. By acci-
dent the young man was thrown Into
the company Of the girl he had aged
and her friend last night. In brief, he
was introduced and escorted them
home. The girl In the photo knew him
as soon as she heard his name. but he
didn't recognise her from the photo.
She was the first TO be left at the gate,
and no considered her rather strange by
the frlgldlty Of the remarks, she vouch-
snfcd him ut intervals. After he CROSS
ed the street TO the other girls home, he
knew n thing or two, for his friend told
him Of girl he had Eaid would never
ace thirty again" The young mans
cheeka blnnchcd then dyed deep Grim
son. Through his mind there foatcd
the tender poem, ''Pltlful are our OK.
cuses etc" He stammered out cxcus-
cs, explanations and apologies like n
drnnltcn mnn, but his frIend promIBed