Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-10-25

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/ sincs the War.
Boai0E Globe
/ presume that could write an entire
library ofpersousl "reminiscences relative
10 the eminent people with whom | have
been thrown during q busy life, but / hate
TO do it. because ] always regarded such
things Is sacred from the vulgar eye, and |
felt bound TO respect the confidence OF o
prominent man Just as much as would
that Of one who was lie, before the people
remember very well my first meeting
with General W. L. Sherman I would not
mention il here it were not for the fact
that the people seem TO be yesrning for
personal "reminiscences Of great men, and
that is perfectly right, too.
1t was since the war that met General
Sherman, and It was on the line OF the
Union Pacific railway at one of those just
Is celebrated eating houses, which / under
stand are Eow abandoned. The colored
waiter lad cut of q strip of the omelette
with pair of shears, the seorched oatmeal
had been passed around, the little rubber
door mats fried in butter and called pan
cakes had been passed around the table,
and the cashier at the end of the hall had
inst gone through the clothes of q party
trom Vermont, who claimed q rebate on
the ground that the waiter had refused to
bring him anything but his bill There
was no sound in the dining room except
the weak request Of the coffee for more air
and stimulants, or perhaps the cry of pain
when the butter, while prscticing with the
dumb bells, would hit q little child on the
head, then sll would be still again.
General Sherman sat at one end of the
table, throwing lifs-preserTer to q fly in
the milk pitcher.
We have never met before, though for
years We have been ploddiug along life's
rugged way be in the War Department, /
in the Pos.ofice Department. Unknown
to each other, We had been holding up op
posite corners Of the great national fabric,
If you will allow me that expression.
remember, as well as thought it were
but yesterday, how the conversation be-
gan. General sherman looked sternlY at
me and ssid:
L wish you would oVerpoRer that butter
and send it up this way"
All right" said l, IF you will please
pass those molssses."
That is ali that was said, but shall
never forget it, and probably he never will.
The conversation was brief. but yet how
full of food for thought! How true. how
earnest. how nstursll Nothing stilted or
false about It. Il was the natural expires
sion Of two minds that we're too great to
be verbose or to monkey with social, con-
vocational Aapdoodle.
remember once, g great while ago, /
was asked By q friend 10 go with him in
the evening to the house of an acqusint.
ance, where they were going to have q
kind Of musicale, at which there was to be
some noted pianist, who had kindly con.
sented to play few strains. / did not
get the name Of the professional, but /
went, and when the FIRST piece was an
nou1eed saw that the light was very I'M
certain, 50 / volunteered 10 get q lamp
from another room. ] held that big lamp,
weighing about twenty-nins pounds. for
half an hour, while the pianist would tinky
tinky up on the right hand, or bang, boomy
to bang bang down on the brass, while
he snorted and slugged that. old
concert graLd piano aud almost
knocked It's teeth down It's throat, or gent
IL dawdled with the keys ike pale moon
beam shimmering through the bleached
rsfters Of deceased horse, until at last
there was wild isngle, such as the &c.
complained musician gives to an instru-
msnt to shoR the audience that he has
disabled the piano, and will take slight
intermission while it Is sent to the Junk
shop
With a sigh Of relief | carefully put
down the twenty-ninepound lamp. and my
friend told me that / had been standing
there like liberty enhghssniug the world,
and holding that heavy lamp for Blind
Tom.
/ bad never seen him letore, and l sip.
ped ont Of the room betoi Q he had chance
to see me. BILL NTS.