The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1912-04-29

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They wandered forth like the Sleep
Ting Beauty and her plineel5 aHaken'
ler, and never dreamed what gIgglipss
land nHdsinsa aud wee head noddinsl
Event 6n back or ilienis sfre Eeiiington
liaushed ioudest Of all at the lovers
whose heads had grown gray while
| lheirlhearts Rese ssilI 80 green.
II was shortly aftsr this that the
WeiilngtonE themselves came into
| prominence in the train lie.
AS the train approached Green;
River, and its c0ppeEb asfned stream,
the engineer began to vet the air
brakes for the stop. Jimmie Yelling;
ton, BODILY half-aRake In the smok;
ing room, wanted to know what the
name Of the station was: Everybody
| Is always eager 10 oblige. q drunken
man, SO Ashton and Fosdick tried 70
gat a window open tolook out;
The first one they labored at, they
could not bulge after . bieeps, break
| ing tug. The second tiew up With such
ease that they. went over backward,
Ashton put his head out and an;
nouncsd that the approaching depot
was labelled Green River" yelling:
ton bgrbIed: What 9. beautiful name
for a ,shtation," s., 4:
Ashton Announced that there was
something beautfulIer still on the
platform - Oh, a peach!-a nectarinel
and she's getting on this train"
Even Doctor Temple declared that
she was 4 dear lite thing, wasn't
she?
wellington pushed him aside, say.
ing: Stand. back Doc. and let me
see: i have d keen sense OF beautiful
BE careful. cried the doctor,
'..he'llfall ont Of the window j u,
mot out Of that window" Ashton!
sagely observed, seeing the bulk Of.
Wellington. AS the Ealn Started of
again, Little Jimmlei distributed aleEd
tolic smiles 70 the Green Riyerers- oy
the hplatf6rm and called out:
goodbye, everybody. You're ,aH
absIootIy-ow- OWL He clapped higI
haadSto his eye2aHd Gla%led back mtg
the car, groaning with pain.
whats the matterf' said Wedge
wood. Got something in your eye"
"No, you bmed fool. I'm trying to
look through my thumb"
Poor fellow!" sympathized Doctor
Temple, its a cinder!"
"a cinder! It's at leasht a ton Of
coal"
"I,say, old boy, let me have q peek"
said Wedgewood, screwing in his mon.
ocle and peering into the depths Of
WellIngton's eye. "lcan't see bally
thing"
i.ot course not, with that binder
on" growled the miserable wretch,
weeping in spite Of himself and rub
bling his smarting orb.
I s,poht rub that eye" Ashton coun'
seiled, rub the other eye"
cts my eye; I'll rub 1t If want to.
Get me a doctor, somebody. I'm
dying"
Here's Doctor Temple" said Ash.
ton, fright on the job" Wellington
turned to the old clergyman with pa.
thetlc trust, and the deceiyer w-ithed
in his disguise. The best he could
think of was: will somebody lend
me a lead pencil?'
What for?" said wellington, unl-
easily.
81 am going to roll your upper lid
up on it." said the Doctor.
"oh, no. you're not" said the pa.
tient. "Yop can roll your own lids"
Then the conductor, still another
conductor, wandered on the scene and
asked as II it were not a world-impor-
tant matter: Whats the matter
pick up a cinder% !
Eyes. Perhaps you can get it out"
the alleged doctor appealed.
The conductor nodded: "The best
way Is this-take hold OF the wink
ers."
1.-THE what?" mumbled Wellington.
Grab the winkers of your upper
eyelld in your right hand"
I've got EN-"
"Now grab the winkers of your low
er eyelid in your left hand. Now
raise the right hand, push the under
lid under the overlid and haul the
overlld over the underlid, when you
have,tho overlid we'll overTthe un.
der -, ~" nj Gorl h2i9ElGtt
Wellington waved him away: 4say,
what do you thlnkPm trying to DO?
stuff a mattress? Get out Of my way.
/ want my wife-lead me to my wife,
IA excellent ldea," said DR.. TEN.
pie, who had been praying for recon-
ciliation.
He guided Wellington with difficulty
to the observation room and, finding
Mrs. Wellington'at the desk as usual,
he began: "oh, Mrs. Wellington, may
l introduce YOU to your husband"
Mrs. Wellington rose haughtily,
caught sight of her suffering consort
and ran to him with a cry of Jim
mle!"
"Lucretia!" "
Whats happened-are you Killed."
I'm far from well. But don't wor-