The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1884-09-09
OUR NOBLE COUNTY LETTER.
CALDWELL, o Sept. 1. 1885,

are 80 intimately connected by sanguin-
ary ties that one might almost say they
are two souls with single thought, two
hearts that beat as one. This in social
way, while politically and from a base
ball stand point there is noticeable diff
ference. Politically, the Democrats are
in the minority about forty, though this
Is not overwhelming considering that We
have a population of n ore than twelve
hundred, with . fair sprinkling OF those
troops "who fought noble," regardless
Tof previous condition OF servitude
When we come down to base ball. poll
tics~yanish aod our heroes stand shoul-
des to shoulder,and when.y victory perchss
upon our banners thev unite in singing:
''Shall ask the brave soldier who fought by
- my side
IN the cause sf mankind, If our oreeds ag fee1
Shall I give up the friend have valued and
tried,
II he votes not the same ticket with me2"
But when reverses come, and they are
moderately numerous now, we see our
valiant zine as firmly united as ever, and
though the music is changed, the meter
longer and more dirge.like In character,
still they warbe in unison:
"Still from the sire the son shall hear
OF the stern strife, and carnage dear,
OF WoodsAeld's fatal field.
Where shivered was fair Caldwelrs spear,
And broken was her shieldr'
A goodly number Of our citizens were
formerly of the Dark Hills and every
week We are recruiting from your peo-
pie. Lawyers, preachers, doctors, butch
ers, merchants, saloonists, iu fact every
profession, occupation and trade can
boast al one or more Of Monroe's sons
iu it's ranks. The Hebe-like form of a
Monroe butcher, the intellectual counte
nance of Monroe lawyer and the Web
sterian face of Monroe doctor may be
seen at all hours upon our streets; while
the soft, sweet tones which hourly emen
ate from the half-open windows are made
by the preumo-laryngeal arrangements
Of some Monroe County girl as she
sings:
"How much Ounce that has been sent to
roam,
Excels dance that has been Kept at home."
The fact of the matter is, Mr.. < lltor,
that the girls Of our town who can boast
Of the most Monroe County blood are
the prettiest girls We have and the young
fellows who secure them will never be
compelled to sing, as did Tam O'Shan.
ter:
sour hame
Where sits our sullen sulky dame
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm"
All kinds Of business is overcro wded
stores, groceries, butchers, Oakers, team
sters, the professions, are over full. The
town reminds one OF mining town,
building up rapidly, rushing, overcrowd-
ed aud without one single manufacturing
establishment in the town twelve hun
dred consumers aud not a producer.
This boom was given to our town by the
building Of the two railroads, new coun,
ty buildings, innumerable new roads.
bridges, d., calling from other points
masons. carpenters. teams ers and labor.
ers who, apparently, thinking the boom
will continue, therefore have invested
their all in Caldwell properly. We must
must prDduae something
soon, otherwise we will be too dead to
skin ere another year; bu. as our ci,iz ,ns
have given so literally to railroads and
other public inprovem ants thew are 10th
to give now for iditional improvements
which will only bring additional cit z.ns
in 10 reap the benefits of their generosi-
ty. Machine shops we could have if we
had the money, but With our railroads,
and other costly improvements, high
taxes and enormous rents and unusually
dull times in dull year no money can
he raised for anv purpose, thereto e
Caldwe must look around for outside
aid and hourly pray for outside capital
isis to come in and give US boost. Sew
eral substantial old farmers have already
come in, but not enough those that have
come come are here, not to benefit the
public by building machine shops and
make the wheels OF trade hum, but to
find good. quiet homes to live in aud en-
joy much needed rest. We want more
Dave Millers, men not afraid to invest a
nickel because they can't see Is and 20
per cent profit in every turn. One Mil
Yer to a town like ours is worth hun
dred National Banks with a THOUSAND
squint-eyed coupon cutters thrown in.
More anon REPORTER