The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-08-19


knees. her arms round the body OF
our guest, her cheek against his in
an embrace that aroused to the
fullest extent all that | know OF
the base sentiment OF envy.
We Frenchmen have n great pas
sion for dogs: but when l realized
that we we're landed with n new
mark OF identification. I could
gladly have cast Jetsam into the
ocean. Yet it was a most engaging
little animal. After freeing himself
from Miss Jean he came to me with
a single leap and licked my hand.
ITEMS, This is famous" |
cried. You wish to propitiate me,
heinz"
Teggie had been looking n trife
anxious. Now his face cleared and
he cried: Some beastly boys were
chucking him in to battle until he
was almost done for. They meant
to get rid OF him, because he was
six months old and they couldn't
AFFORD a license. Pretty cold
blooded, wasn't 1t, Bob"
She colored at the sound OF that
name on his lips, and said. to create
a diversion: What made you call
him Jetsam?"
Fits all the way round TeGgie
explained between bites OF bread
and butter Hes as black as a
Niger. so you can call him Jet or
Sam, whichever takes your fancy;
likewise he was being jettisoned. ]
say, I've brought no end Of tack
bullseyes, and matches and things,
and newspaper
Have they caught the enterpris-
ing Tregenna YETI" Hariland Muir
ray asked. very deliberately.
"Oh. yes. rather" said the au-
dacious one. Got him yesterday.
Didn't have much of run. did he :
Like to see for yourself. rha'am?"
Miss Murray Gazed ut tho hori-
son. and Teggie rendered the paper
to her father. but, even as Haviland
Murray thanked him. a puff OF
wind tore the London Daily from
Teggies hand and sent il skimmins
over the water. Ma fol! 1t was
neatly done.
DAMN" cried Tegsie. entirely
forgetting her character OF Peggy.
"Oh. I do beg your pardon. Mrs.
I say, how stupid! don't know
your name yet"
We will leave that for the mo-.
ment. young lady. II you will not
hold 1t a discourtesy."
There was n CLEAN In the eyes of
Haviland Murray, not unlike the
reflection or that pale sunday
which for a moment pierced the
shrouded hour OF noon.
Teggie's answer was as cryptic as
you please.
We'll. we're still all at sea.
aren't We? And Ali in the same
boat. and about as united as the
Kingdom. so that's that
The old lady turned to me. i
wonder whether ! may he permitted
to indulge these young people with
| 4 little story-a simple tale which
7 invariably recall with amusc-
ment?"
bowed in response, and We set
tied ourselves with mingled feelings.
as you may suppose, to hear the
simple tale OF Haviland Murray,
whose Ian was now chosen by the
tickle Jetsam for n restinE-place.
Alternately caressing the little an
imars head and tickling its ears,
the old lady began her narrative.
prefaCing II thus: This IL not a
story of either my own experience
or invention: il may therefore he
already known to YOU all. go If II
should become in any way tifesome
trust YOU will Immediately stop
me.
There was once doctor, who
went at the request Of n friend to
visit private asylum. While In
the grounds. making his way IN the
drive. he suddenly cSpicd a mnatic,
watching his approach As he drew
near the unatic ran toward him.
and the doctor. becoming alarmed
nj the glare in tho mans eve, quick