The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1886-11-22
A CnURCn SCENE.
A Strangers Discontinue In DIR. sunder-
lands Church,


lands Church,
WASHINGTON, Nov. 2Os-'rhs following
from the National RPubticda Is true
story: "Hs was from out Of town, a good
looking map, and slightly bald. His vile
was refined in face aud manner, They
entered Dr.. sunlerlsnd's church last Sun.
day, and took q seat psxtin front OF the
pew devoted To the religious meditstious
OF our Chief Magistrate and his universally
respe ted young wife. He did not come
to SEQ the President but from q pure de-.
sire to hear q very able sermon In defense
Oi tho Bible, and II Ia Aald that his respeCt-
able intentions was covered with biting
chRGrin, prnduCsd by the following un-
toward circumstances;
As the notss Of the organ piled sound
on sound, which died away In rapturous
harmony, q solemn silsncs rsigned for
moment, and the stranger arose to take
OIL, his oyercoSt. Rings around, ho was
the only solitary thing in motion, and all
eyes In the rear and on each side rested
upon him, combined with the close focus
glance Of the Presidential party.
Grabbing the lapels with both hands,
he gave a nervous pull, aud, Rlack !
alGck His Prince Albsrt, unbuttOned,
stripped oil with the top coat, and there
he stood In bis shirt sleeves, q stranger
In n arrange church, amid strange faces,
almost In the center Of q crowded audi.
enCe, and within touching distance Of the
President OF the United States and his
entire family.
II seemed rs though the Holy Bible on
the pulpit uttered 8 Smothered groan OF
pity, and the pews fairly ahuddered with q
condoling ahud.
II was an awful moment for that poor
man, and 1t seemed an eternity to his good
wife. She knew that the President never
made such q spectacle, aud what would
the young mistress Of the White HOUSE
thick2 She nudged her husband.
With the quiCkness Of thought one arm
found its proper place In the Prince Al.
bert. The other made Commendable Of
tort and-Ieally too bad-lsnded between
the overcoAt aud the under one. Now an
srm.to. arm. hole struggle began.
The more the poor fellow reached for
the right holo the more ne found the
wrong one. Tho shoulder blade snapped
and cracked in the gyrations made by the
arm while twisting blOk and back at the
rsCeding and CapriClous armh0ls. The
rear collar button flaw It's fastening, and
the collar jumped upon the back OF tho
strangers head, and, In the soft rays Of
the Sundays sun, surrounded the bald
spot like a faded halo. Burdeusd by
these perplexl!ies, the stranger swAyel
and faiTHed for the sleeve, conscious Of
the pondsrOus iact that the head Of tho
Nation, the heart Of the Nation, her
mother, and host Of bright eyes were
taking in the lost arm.hole scene with o
dpGsea OF interest bordering on nervous
Happy thought. His good vile, reach.
| ing quickly up, fastened q firm grip on to
the near Epspelder, and tpgging down.
ward, landed her husband 90 low in the
pew that nothing was disOernible save the
faded collar halo around the hairless top
Of his head. What transpired there no
one. but tho White House people who
we're in q position to see, and the good
wife will ever Enow; but when lie Sssum.
ed sitting posture aud appeered above
the pew, the lost arm-hole had been
found and the collar had gone b OK to its
own place.