The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-07-30

camps, but the one herewith to be APP
pended, though not recent By any
means. is worthy of filing the neces-
sary space.
The party was encamped In the
South Branch valley, near Romney'
Hampshire county, one member, who
may be termed Jones, hadn't been long
in this country from his natiVe heath
England, and It was decided TO play
joke on him one night, by man VINO
may be known as Smith. The other
figure in the comedy was Brown. TINS
trio is very prominent in mill circles Ga
the South Side.
Brown has long since retired from tne
heat and glow OF a furnace and on thlS
particular night, which was very damp
concluded TO spend the night at
neighboring farm house. BY way OF
adventure, Smith proposed to Jones
that they hunt night hawks, and the
Enullshman aSsented. Procuring net
and lantern the two sailed forth from
their tent to a long lane, and at given
point, as they say In geometry, halted
and spread the net across the lane TO
stop further advance. Now" said
Smith to Jones, put the lantern on the
ground, just TO the rear OF the net. The
light will attract the night hawks, who
will be stopped by the net, and you Gun
Kill them as fast as they come up
Jones didn't know u night hawk from
n swan, but he was game to the core,
He armed himself with stout CLUB
put the lantern behind the net, and took
his station in front, prepared 10 knock
into eternity, little hawks, big hawks,
and any old kind that meandered up
the dark lane. In the meantime Smlth
withdrew to parts unknown.
Hours passed by. Jones. faithful as
they make EN-, stood at his post, but
the hawks came not. He was rendy hut
they didn't seem to be. Midnight had
almost arrived, but no hawks. Then
Brown from the nelghborlng farm
house, perceived the lantern In the lane
and thought that his friends were COM
ing to meet him. He left the house and
waited at the end OF the lane. But the
lantern didn't come any closer, so ne
started out, and finally arrived within
speaking distance OF the net, and the
picturesque armed figure, standing Ike
a shadow near the lantern.
Hush" whispered Jones. "youll
scare the bloomIn' night 'awks!"
The old gentleman took in the situa-
ton at n glance. My God, man, what
are you doing here!" he cried.
waiting for night 'awks,' replied the
daring Jones
Its Yankee trick the boys areplaSlns
on you"
"a candidate for matrimonial hon
ors" So did Frank C. Cox, young
lawyer Of this city. announce himself,
when his name was spoken OF in con-
nectlon with the Democratic congress-
lonal nomination, at the recent conven-
tlon held at Weston. mo. sir" affirmed
he. "I'm no candidate for Congress; the
only thing I'm candidate for is matri-
mony." Startling but none the less true,
and the fair sex has taken him at his
word. When he arrived at Weston
\ Wednesday evening OF last week, a
Young lady upon being introduced, said,
mir. Cox, is your front name Frank?
| or course It Is, but his courage left him
and he tried 10 palm off as Willie. But
| 1t didn't 80. He was cornered, and was
forced to admit the truth. Other girls
called at the Informal function, and the
| tIdInas was whispered from lip to lip,
| Soon Frank G. was the cynosure OF ali
eyes. "Is that the fellow" querled a
dozen feminine tongues. ut is, was
the tremulous answer. Worried indeed
was the ma trlmony aspirant for little
while, but his characteristic rallylng
powers held him good.
Ladies'" he graciously remarked, as
he prepared to leave, lit gives me great
Measure to announce myself. I'm a
candidate, and not In the hands OF me
friends, but in your hands. Say the
word, girls, and I'm yours. II you want
TO tank 1t over any OF you, let's adjourn
10 the next room. Now, don't all tax
at once. Say the word; come early and
Not a girl stirred. Their hearts hut-
tered as they gazed on his classic pro-
file. but none took the initiative. In
another minute some girls fate was
| settled. Frank had said goodnight:
That was the Weston end OF 1t, but
not the local. Letters and photographs
continue to roll in on him, and Frank rs
bewIldered. give me time he writes
In reply. And SO far he hasn't made a
choice.