Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-10-08

DR.. Post, the dentist, removed his fin-
ger from the fair girls mouth as he
spoke that her tongue might have a
chance to work.
And how much will that COST" she
pleaded with an idiotic smile.
+ Sinking upon his knees beside her
chair, the young and handsome tooth
smith poured his soul o1t upon the car
pet, so to speak.
Il think you have known for the past
As years that have loved you better
than liquor, opium or any of the strong
passions that overcome mems appe-
tites.
Sylvia Sweedlepipe only blushed and
looked out of the window to where
some Irishmen were blasting rocks.
60 on she said at last, putting her
chewing gum against her forehead so
that she would not forget it.
Il have nothing more to say-I think
you can divine my terms. Be my wife.
and never mind the cost of the filings"
And DR.. Post rolled cigarette.
CHAP 5.
A grass widow walking one day,
Beheld some cows eating hay:
She said: 'Ah. Alas
To think that the grass
Can make some creatures so CAV"
-unwritten Poems of Alfred Austin.
1t was midnight in Sylvia Swedle-
pipes boudoir.
A man with black masque and a
dark lantern was leaning over her.
He had cold-chisel in one hand and
heavy hammer in the other.
All was silent save his shadow, which
hung against the wall like panther
under the bed.
The fair girl was snoring in her
dreams.
Now she smiled.
Now she didn't
The chisel was against her teeth and
the hammer fell with quick metallic
reports.
Now. the villain gets the feather dus-
ter from her closet and sweeps his plum
der into yellow leathern bag.
1t is a Gladstone bag. and he is glad
of it, for it contains $500 worth OF fill
ings-all the gold DR.. Post possessed in
the world.
The villain steps out Of the window
to the roof of the wood-shed.
"Hal hal hal" he chuckles; and the
dank wind carries his laughter away
upon its filthy bosom.
CHAP S.
The clock in the parlor struck ten:
The clock in the hall struck amen.
But stu he sat there
In the best rocking chair.
Very much like Matching old hen.
III / Should Die Tonight"
Now, will you have me?"
Gerald Jenkins in a mean, low voice,
which sounded very much like a phono-
graph, waved long gold chain in
Sylvia Sweedlepipes face as he howled
the Interrogation against the caverns
of her teeth.
She was sitting upon block Of leo
in the kitchen as she made answer.
NO. she said, and put her feet
against the range, for they were
strangely cold.
Gerald jenkins looked like city dog.
upon his first encounter with a skunk
he was chagrined.
Infatuated beyond bounds, he reach
ed to his hip pocket as though to draw
razor
But he was not quick enough. DIR.
Post, who had all the while been Sc
creted in the refrigerator, sprang upon
the miserable wretch. and with one
powerful blow blew him up the chin
ney.
That was the last ever seen Of him
in the neighborhood. The sad part OF
the affair, however. lay in the fact
that the gold chain went with him.
CHAP 6.
A girl Of St Louis once ate
A gallon Of strong lobster bait
Then she felt 80 unwel
That she straightway DID yell.
Very much Ike pig meath q gate.
Song OF a Sea Turtle.
why do you weep. my lover"
Sylvia Sweedlepipe looked up into 4
strong, kindly eyes OF Or. Post. and tn
in the fnllness of her love confided;
Because / cannot eat corn on the !
cob"
In moment the proud young dent
list had the girl he was going to marry
that afternoon in his arms.
DO not permit that to cause wrinkles
to form on your smooth and lovely
brow. AS you know. have no more
gold to Eli the places made void by the
chisel Of the foul desecrater Of the
grinders of the fairest and sweetest wo-
man in the world; but / am making a
line Of s3.49 plates. and you shall have
one. After the minister goes Will
take you straight to my Office and ht
you out as good as new"
Sylvia Sweedlepipe made no answer.