The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-11-06
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CHAPTER XIII.
"Fire! Riot! Bookshelf Murder
Down with the bloated bullheads Of the
Bosphorus! To afmsl To arms! Death
10 the Pelican OF the Wastel"
Such were the sounds which, echoed
from thousands Of throAts, smote upon the
blasted ears OF the Pelican Of the Waste,
as shuddering In mortal terror he sat In
the drawing room Of his palatial residence
with his head bowed upon his hands, and
yet above oil this wild noise and tumult
could be heard the chattering Of his teeth
and the cracking sound Of his knees smit.
ing against each other In the extremity OF
mortal terror. As related In our last
chapter, the Pelican, presnming upon the
patience OF the people, had ordered new
and elegant chrome mounted in ormolu
from the factory in New York, and when
this fact became generally known the peo.
Pile had risen in their wrath and sworn
that such things should no longer be.
The long pentup agony Of the horny.
handed ia6oren burst forth, and with
such cries as these, mingled with yells for
"bed, bread, beer and 'baccy," they came
Surging en- masse around the mansion OF
the Pelican, determined to leave no stone
untuTned to accomplish their purpose.
And now upon the stiffness OF the night
burst forth these cries beneath the Peli.
cans doors. In vain had the bloated
boomerang OF monopoly offered to coun.
termand the order Tor the chrome, Il
was too late! A load Of hay had been
dragged from his bursting garners and
placed against the side Of his princely
residence; the match had been applied,
and presently the Fire Demon was leap.
ing and tapping with tongues Of fame
above the building. It crept through the
key holes, 1t darted it, iorked tongues
through the chinkS OF the doors, 1t ran
roaring up the lightning rods, II moaned,
and beloved, and shrieked, aud hoWled
through the long corridors, and there sat
the Pelican Of the Waste, the victim OF
his own madness, tormented BY consci.
ence, and knowing that should he venture
forth he would be torn from limb TO limb
by the Justly incensed people. Every
time he heard beam fall he gave jump
and tore his hair, and added TO the bitter. !
ness OF these the thought that his i'll. |
gotten property was being destroyed was
the sombre reflection that his innocent
Maude lay asleep in the next room while
he was too down.hearted to rise and break
the intelligence to her. Such Is the
power OF conscience acting upon feeble
will, that the Pelican, though be knew his
daughter would probably be burned 10
death II this thing kept on, yet he dared
not tap at her door. Now mounts the
raging element; the people are makingit
warm for their oppressor. And as he
hears the cries he sobS aloud. Suddenly
he recognizes a stiaed sound In his childfs
apartment, and, as he listens, painfully
intent, he hears q voice cry.
paw! Paw Paw Aha! This Is in
deed bitterness for the pampered and
brass-bound galoot-to hear his own
daughter cry "Paw" to him at such an
hour. Then the door bursts open, and
Maude, with disheveled locks peeping
from under her dainty nightcap and with
only cancels hair shawl thrown about
her maguifcently nodded shoulders,
rushes into his room and exclaims:
"WheTe am l? Who am /? Whence
this strange heat, these falling beams,
cracking window.shutters this nasty
smell OF tire?"
Suddenly q manly form, clad in a
rangely-singed cardigan jacket and bear
ing hod upon its shoulders, dashed through
the jalousies, and crying: "Come on,
Maude, darlint; sure I've ladder at the
windy. an me used to goin' up and down
loike a cat. Fly with me an lave of yer
howlin'."
"But my iather-my prosenitor," cries
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shawl about her imperial form. 10, save
him toow
"0ch; to blazes wild dhe ould thaie av
the worruld! Come, lave off wild yer
scrychin' an git into me hod!" cries our
hero, and, seizing the delicate maiden by
the waist, he seated her in his hod, and
hastily reiterated through the window,
bearing her down the ladder in safety
over his shoulder, while the welkin rang
with huzEas. Such is the power Of true
workingman. The Pelican OF the Waste
sat still in his chair till it became too hot
to hold him, and then walked 10 the win.
dow where he was received with bowls OF
e1eCration. The FIRE had not yet reached
him, but presently he was seen 10 be glow.
ing all over, and streak Of flame shot out
OF his mouth. He was, in fact, inconde.
scent and slowly and spontaneously com.
busting, for through long habits Of in.
ehriety his frame had become saturated
with alcohol, and now he smoldered
away, breathing FIRE and curses to the
end.
CONCLUSION.
Michael 0'Hara was. the hero Of the
day. By his marriage with Maude Peli.
can Waste he had hecoma nossessAd with