The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-02-26
WAsTED fNDEAYORS.

2 This Is a story Of bravery, brigand.
Gage and beer. The mention OF beer. OF
2 course. embraces a rarcblt-thc terms
Y are synonymous nowadays, 4
? Jack Kirbyssonc and Grace I.lllday
? started from the north side last Sunday
2 evening to call on the Pattcrsons out in
2 Hyde Park. 4
2 Mrs Patterson makes such fine rare
bits" Mr., Klrbystone remarked wlst-
3 fully. as he put on his muller Wish
we had some beer TO take out. IA And
p coats afterward.'
o E.Papa has q new case of pint bottles!'
B chlme1 IN Miss Liliday In sudden ec-,
x stnsy-"waiti"
< She few downstairs and returned
Y with an armful OF bottles, paper and
D strlng. Mr.. Kirbystone was speechless
Swlth JOY until thought struck him.
X'Won't your father-er--object?" he
Y asked, rervously.
q what good would that do him."
q quered Miss Lll!day. calmly. He
x knows better. As for cheese. the Pat
x terSons will have some---every well-reg-
Y ulated family has cheese in the pantry
q Hurry up" So.
90 HEs Tpbhiltus-e w thCSa bOS raS"h-t
town there were several blocks to walk
x to the Illinois Central station and the
Y blizzard made things as pleasant as pos
Q sible. The four pint bottles slipped and
4 danced about under Mr.. kirbystone's
x arm in dangerous manner; the string
< came Off and4the paper blew loose.
Y Struggling with the umbrella which
awas erratically blowing wrongside out
4 at every corner. Miss Llllday tried to
Sobey frantic orders:o ''push in that bot
Y tie qulcl--its slitiEg out! Corner po-y
y llcemen looked suspic!ously at the shin
9 ing heads OF the glddy bottles; a couple
d in the rear made audible and uncompli;
Y mertary remarks. I've might as we'll:
Y have carried It out In schooTers," Mr..
q Klrbystone said savasely. You are so
D good on a disguise. Why dldn'tyou roll,
x the bottles up in mosquito netting and
Z tie pink ribbon around them? ?"
Y AS he spoke he stumbled. They were
D In the middle OF the street and with a
x crash one bottle fell TO the ground. As
x he grabbed the remaining ones Miss
Y L!liday. bent over in avid scramble for
Y the fallen treasure. their heads came to-
Sgether with a bump and simultaneously
& they sat down in the middle OF the car
x track. A miid-appearing gentleman In
Y ministerial Sarb approached, gathered
=
q and Ice, asked how 1t happened, saw the
x bottles. choked in scomprehending the.
y horror and retreated mutterirg sorrow.
2Tul protests. - st
0 "Re-hes looked as though he wanted
4 10 give us q t-r-act!" s2uttered Miss
Liliday as the snow blew In her face
and her hat tried toisail away with the
top of her head. Come. or--Tms going
8 to have that rareb!t it's the last thing
x 7 do-and that bottle didn't break after
sll-it hit a pile of snow!'
Y Gasping, they staggered into the ILL.,
@ rois Central traIn-AIiss ,Liliday forget
neck. Mr.. Kirbystone with three others
beneath his arm with the paper wrap
D per dangling. Considerable excitement
o made Itself manifest among the passen-
a gers, but Mr.. kirbystone is man OF re-
x source. He spoke loudly and uncon-
y cernedly Ht
WASH. it lucky We were able to get
a Aunt Martha's tonic?" he asked. The
dlast bottle they had. tool"
X Miss Liliday looked at him In speech
Y less admiration and the stout gentle-
o man across the aisle observed huskily
& 10 his companion that Mr.. Kirbystone
YHyde Park the unfortunate couple with
y their beer staggered through the drifts
(Which suburbanltes fancy are the proper
x decorations for sidewalks. Sometimes
X they found themselves clinging to lamp
Y posts with the umbrella insisting It was
Q a parachute with a pressing engage
d ment. several miles above; again they
xwere blown up on hospItable but cold
Y front steps with a force which sent little
= avalanches OF SNOW down their necks;
o once in while they would step onto
* solidity, which proved to be q gutter
Y with six inches OF water in It; yet, with
Y wilderness in their hearts and speeches.
%d!sgust in their souls, they still, chung to
4 the beer as they fought their way on.
x "At last!' Mr.. Kirbystone said, In
Y mutIled tones, as they found the house.
p In two minutes they made the dlscov-
o cry Of their lives and, optimism was for
* ever blasted in their hearts.
K The Pattersons were not at home
Y Chicago News.
y Quite too Much.
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