The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-01-31
A Big Hearted Brewer.

When a general who has butchered thousands of men dies the whole coun- try is supposed to mourn. When . noted politician, who has exerted his talent chiefly to the depletion of the national treasury, Is called hence business is sus- pended, monuments started and the newspapers revozse their rules, and a feeling of morsuary gloom peryades the atmosphere. But when a man like Mir. Wieland is suddenly taken away, how little the people who scarcely turn their heads as his funeral, splendid as it was, passes, seem to feel that the life and practical example of one such out weigh whole thea'er of the others p in the tragi-comedy of life. Even in this column we cannot resist the temptation to give kindly send of" to the late big hearted brewer. Mr. Wieiand manufactured beer, and, therefore was an extremely culpable per son in the eyes of certain saoctimonious religionists, but while the latter were sowing their way to worship on Sum day morning, the former was holding church" az he phrased it, in q somewhat more practical way. Sunday mornings he stood on the steps of his office at the brewery, and gave audience to all the poor, sick and unfortunate who came his way, and they were many. He had a brusque, cheery word of greeting or ad- vice for all. The beggar received his dollar, the unemployed man bluff order to report for work the following morning. Next he was abusing some threadbare widow for her doleflal looks.
 Brace up; brace up, woman life's too short to carry around a face like that. What are you shivering about, eh ?"
 "Please, sir, the children are sick, and the coal is all gone"
 "Why, you haven't used that ton sent you this morningp
 " Please, sir, you didn't send any"
 "D-n that coal man--he's always be- hind. It will be there this afternoon. Be of with you now Skipping a V into her hand Clear outi' And then to the next conner: "And, now, what's the matter with you2"
 His management of his huge estab- lishment was equally characteristic. Should a fight occur among the hands suddenly the portly and athletic form of the proprietor would burst from the of- flee. Removing his coat in sransitu, he would proceed to knock down the sev- eral combatants out of hand, delivering an excited lecture in German, mean while, on the evils of quarreling. Then he would compel the rioters to shake hands, and the scene would conclude by all parties solemnly joining ia quart of beer apiece.
 But the magnificent Percheron draught horses that hauled his wares, and that appropriately conveyed his remains to the grave, were Mr. Wieland's chief pride and delight Every morning, as they were driven up to start on their rounds, he would lovingly inspect their groom ing and condition. Should single speck of rust appear on their trappings, 1t was serious affair. With all the solemnity of judge assuring the black cap, the outraged proprietor would condemn the disgraced driver to be docked his daily gallon of beer. The culprit would then drive of with the appearance of man going to execution-after which he would drink two gallons as a relief to his feel ings. All this his master understood perfectly, but as he used to say, with a desperate attempt at sternness:
 Ut sounds harsh, but I've got to make an example"
 In word, MT. Wieland was a type of man the world can ill spare. Unfortu- nately, there are "no duplicates"