Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1878-02-26
BERKELEY spR1Sos.

MARIINsBURG, Feb. IA, 1878. 81.
As we turned our backs on Berkeley
Springs this morning the affecting words OF
the immortal md iuexiinguishsble Dnndreary
came to our mind, sa sEk
How doth the busy Lsirr q 1N 10
Improve each stunning hour" .-,.tff-
for in our short visit to this town We csme to
the conclusion that it was remarkable for
Baths, Boys and Bark. The baths are verdi
renowned We say in our big American way
of boasting, aud being so We need speak NJ
further of them. The boys literally swarm
in the tawu--all sorts sizes and conditions of
boys. \ fat, rosy checked Kentucky boy
greets us at the Florence House. brown,
eyed, auburn haired boy plays hide and seek
with us amongst the barrels in DIR. Ewing's
store, and in the street two "Gamins era
performing on a kicking mulo to the iuiuits
delight of an arny of town boys, whose ap-
plause is long and loud. Rough, hearty.
healthy boys are these, growing ever SO tssts
into those urdy mountain men who writo
upon their State banner "4NoRtaRi, Semper.
LiLcri" Bark in cords. bark in piles, noun b
tains of bark, little lil!s of bark all around
us, until in wonder We turn to look upon tho
mountain side aud see that some trees still
wear their overcoats. F''
The steam ianuery here. We arc in-
formed by the polite aad courteous manager,
Mr. Sherman carries a stock of Que hundred
thousand dollars, aud employs twenty-five
hands constantly. But We thank Bath tha.
on our visit they got up irst.olass sensa>
ton. for it Civ Us me hing to write about.
aud it was inte: esting aud amusing. % .-,r f,
The Man With The Cotton Mask"-
wouldn't that make at;p-top heading for y
dime novel? but lie is no novel hero. no cre.o
alton of n wild and sadly disarranged im- n
masination, but a real aud tangible being.--s,
In the language of G. I. Il James. las tho
sun, &c, kissed the road. &C.. that leads mp
the rugged hill at Sir Johns Rum, three tS1
solitary. travellers might, could. or should b
huve been seen slowly winding their way lin
a stagc) towards the Springs. Aswe"woupd"
we suddenly met tho Man with the Cotton 7
Mask" that is, We met man whose hands
were covered with black gloves. aud whose
face was wrapped in black cloth, hiding it
entirely except the left optic, that peerod
over one corner of the mask. We wondered
az we went on at the appearance of our myss
terious stranger, until suddenly hnrryinH
horscman appeared on the crest OF the hill,
I'd NJ with brcak>ueck speed behind him
cIme ano her, and another; now what Wa'
wanting more TO complete the Romance -
\ masked man and three pursuing horsemCa
'madly urging their wild steeds adown tho
mountain S steep decline" but alas, the days
Of romance have departed. We found Batu
collectively aud individually awaiting the re-
turn of the posse with the NJ W. L. u. NJ,
aud p esently they werc seen cunning down
the hill in Indian G!e with the mysterious
wsnderer riding behind one OF the gallant
captors, and now the eager crowd gathcfs
around the prisoner, who turns out 10 be s
slightly colOred individual. by the usme OF
P,fer, who we are informed ''was bell boy nc
the big hotel last summer year ago" He
ex plains his mysterious conduct and dis.
guise, by saying that he has been on hug
tramp, was pretty ragged aud didu't want
people tp know. The ex planstiOn seeming
to be rather attonuated, lie was requested by
the citizens TO leave town aud return NJ
more forever. lie accepts the polite inyi'a-
ton aud departs. His pursuit anu arrest was
owing to the fact that he had been noticed
prOwIiug around the uuoccupfed cottages and
had inquired for the whereabouts OF Mr.
Crawford. This Mr.. Crawford is gcutie-
man, who lived at one time at Berkeley
SPRING. he was afl cted with kleptoma"ia,
fOndncss for other peoples horses aud few
other traits of character not pleasing, aud nc 9
happened that he got entanghed with a5rVpe :
one night at public meeting, and alter being
kept in suspense short time was buried By {
the county. Mr.. Chas. Green il n land lord !;
after our own heart Mrs. Greens coffee is r,
the best We have tasted for many and many !
day, rs black as night, strong as Sapp- I.
son. The, Florence House can hold very
comfortably one hundred guests, and is full
every season. We commend it to our friends (
who want resting place this summer, spd
we wish for its genial propr etor many pros
porous days. success iu all lie undertakes,
and green old age. The Morgan Mercury,
edited by Mr.. Trimblr, is bright sheet,
aud receives good support in the county. 'di ~
RAMBLER.
a bill to p1ohibi. the marriage Of ne-lL