Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1899-01-14

Bridget! Bridget" she cried. Bridget,
are you down stairs?"
'Yis, num- Bridget replied. "How
do yez feel by thish toime?"
20, | feel we'll enough" her mistress
called back; but are you sure that
nothing is burning in the Kitchen
Bridget assured her that everything
was all right.
Then" said Mrs. Darlington, open
the basement door and see If you can
smell smoke. There must be some
thing wrong about the house. Dear
mel" she continued to herself, the
crowd is increasing. The people are
coming from all directions and they're
pointing right over this way. Its most
extraordinary. Can't be fire, though,
or they'd come and tell us about it, or
turn in an alarm. There's the box
right over on the corner, but nobody
has gone near it. l must see for my
self"
way and took a little tour through the
house, but nothing seemed to be out
Of order and no smell of smoke was
perceptible anywhere.
At length she returned to her win
dow, convinced that the cause of the
excitement, whatever it was, must be
next door; still she made UP her mind,
finally, to put on her things and go out
to see and be satisfied. But, happen
ing to glance out again, she was star
tied to perceive her husband shaking
| his fist at big policeman and trying
to break through the crowd.
| For moment she stood sDellbound
| and gazed as if in a dream. Then Hen
| ry Darlington took the policeman by
| the collar, and the officed endeayored
| to bring his club into use, but was in
| terfered with by the crowd.
A confused hum of voices, like that
produced by the Roman mob in Julius
Caesar" reached the frightened wife,
and her head reeled.
What on earth could it all mean?
Three men were holding Mr.. Darling
ton and he was acting like a crazy
man. Throwing up the sash, she cried:
Henry. Henry. What is the mat
ter?''
Courage, darling" her husband
shouted from across the street. These
miserable wretches want to keep me
away from you, but will come, though
l die for it tomorrow"
Heavens" she sobbed. almost
swooning. He wanders in his speech.
o, can he have been drinking? No,
no! l will not believe it."
Then, addressing her husband again,
she cried
Henry! Henry! Try to be calm for
my sake"
Yes, yes" he shouted back, Il will.
don't despair. You are not disfgured
| in the least yet. You are still as beau
tiful as ever. Be brave! Be patient
| until I reach you
Whereat he and the policeman fell to
fighting again, and Beatrice Darlington
staggered back few PAGES from the
| window, clutched her temples and
| sobbed:
Poor boy, Poor boy! He avs am not
dishgured! He says that I am stil beau
tiful o, Henry. my darling o, how
| how could it have happened, AM Without
moments warning. too, when he left
me for Chicago three days ago he was a.
| rational as he had ever bee.i .G his lie.
| And now the last vestise of his once bril-
liant mind IS gone! Oh. Heaven. | cannot
survive the shock. i VIII kill ne: 60
not care to live,''
Thus the poor little woman went on
while the crowd in front o: the louse
grew larger and the difficulty Of kee3lng
Henry Darlington from rushing into the
infested house before the ambulance
could arrive increased.
In the meantime Officer McTigue, who
had forgotten the omiRous pIacard. had
sneaked into the Darlington kitchen by
the back way and informed Bridget that
unless ne GOT A0dL sleu anu ITdtS1 II upon
the house that he had been sent to quar-
antine he would in all probability lose
his job and, consequently, her, too.
So she calmly stepped out to the front
porch. removed the sign. cast a look Of
wonderment at the astonished crowd and
returned inside.
That aroused the policeman who was
holding Henry Darlington in check. and
three minutes later the entire affair had
been explained.
SO you are not crazk, after aIl?"
Beatrice sobbed as she fondIy gazed into
her husbands eyes.
NO, darling" he cried. and was about
to kiss her when he saw B!ddy In the
doorway.
Well. he angrily demanded. what do
you want?'
Accommodation she replied CT
don't want 10 wurruk amy longer I'M
house where the nlissus wants folks 10
think she is sick when she amt and the
other folks Is crayzy. cleveland Leader.