Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-03-17

letter when the landlady tapped at his
door and in a sisterly way offered TO
accompany him to the theatre in case ne
had tickets and dn't want to go alone.
She retired to tap again after a lew min
utes and invite him to hear her sing, ana
on the third occasion she hoped that ne
would come down to the parlor and near
the cross eyed young man make a reclta-
ton. To her disappointment and grie1'
all her sisterly offers were declined with
thanks, but she was not a woman TO pc
easily discouraged. She had set out 10
be s~isterly, and she sat herself down ana
talked of trusts and the Chinese question
for a full hour. incidentally, as it were,
she also asked Mr.. Bowser how long ne
had been married, who he married., if his
married life was happy and about a hun
dred other questions.
1t was half past 10 o'clock before Mr..
Bowser fell into bed, and he was just
closing his eyes to sleep when the boarder
in the next room to his burst forth into
song. 1t was the voice of the cross eyed
young man. He had a voice between the
limpid rioples of a rivulet and the roar
of a mad bull. and he sang of his true
1ONe- MI. pNG q ~ tAo - q '
ute. and the next minute he was saying:
by gum. but if that bowler doesn't
stop that noise there'n be a row here to
make the windows rattle!'
The bowler did net cease to howl. Ac-
cording to the words of his song, his true
love had died and been buried at sea, and,
though his grief was five years old, it was
still poignant enough TO interfere with his
appetite and prevent him from escortirS
any othsr girl to the. circus. Mr.. Bowser
bounded out CT bed and pounded on the
wall and demanded silence. but the an
swer he received was a solemn caution
to go at it and reduce his flesh. AT that
his jaw set and the light of battle shone
in his eyes. He began to dress, and the
bowling continued. The crosseyed young
man even opened the door that his roar
ing duties might roar the louder. When
Mr.. Bowser had fully dressed, he stepped
into the hall and entered the howler's
room. The singer had reached the thirty
ninth verse and was still in good trim
when he was seized by the neck and
whirled around and deposited on his bed.
His song ended and he cried for help, and
it wasn't a minute before the sisterly land
lady and ten boarders came rushing in:
He was yawping and bowling" ex-
planned Mr.. Bowser as he pointed to the
young man on the bed.
The explanation didn't go. The cross
eyed young man was the songster of the
house. He was thinking of grand opera.
His songs were welcomed by the boarders
at any hour of the day or night. and some
of them were lulled to sleep by them. 1t
was almost sacrilege to take him by the
neck, and Mr.. Bowser must apologize or
go. Even after ~apologizing he must fur
nish references that he wasn't a despera-
do in disguise. Mr.. Bowser yer With
out a look at the young man on the bed,
who feared that compression of the neck
had affected his high notes; without a
glance into the pitless faces surrounding
him, he passed down stairs and out doors
and down the street and never paid the
slightest ttenion to the tramp who
struck him for a dime and called him
"Old Sk:nfint' because he didn't hand
it over.
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