The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1886-09-23
CANTON's SORROW.
Universal Woe Der Ono Who Has Gone
Before.

UniVorBAl woe O'er Ono WhO hhb UOAS
Before.
The readers Of the Cleveland Plain
Dealer, especially those In Canton, are
puzzling Their brains In an endeaV0r to
reach the bottom Of the alleged funny
article, which appeared In that paper
tO-day:
Not long ago paid flying visit to
Canton, that pretty town which Ia the
cock Of-the walk Of Stark county. No
one In Canton seemed pleased to see me;
no band was out no peanut Vender
smiled on me and offered immaturely
roasted peanuts; no public speakers
chucked me into q hack, examined my
watch to see II 1t WAS a Dueber and then
drove me pOsthaste to the banquet hau.
No, / met with the common, ordinary
travellers reception-I was compelled
to carry my own valise, hunt up motel
and pay out shekels JUST as though was
what / am and what everybody takes
me to be. II you want 1t you can have
it. But still felt grieVed. Life Is buS
brief span. To-day we are, another
day we h'alnt. Smiles and ducats nov;
so6s, blistering sighs and the crusts ola
ten-cent hashery tomorrow.
An incident which occurred In Canton
while was there made deep Impress
ion upon my mind. / noticed imme-
diately upon leaving the depot that all
the flag masts In town we're hlatlng to
the glorious breeze the proud stars and
stripes. But alas, the emblems OF lib.
erty hung at half mast. "S0me promi-
nent man Is dead," thought |, land the
city Is plunged In morning" After
dinner llOtered out on the streets. On
every building were symbols OF deep
mourning. Swaying In the breezes,
hanging from house doors, lied around
posts, festOOned from wall TO wall were
large drapings Of Grape. The sky was
dark and OmihOus, as though nature
had draDed itself In mourning to be In
keeping with the sad, sombre scene.
AfterDoonl The people gather from
near and farl All are attired In deepest
black, and tears fl W from many eyes,
whilst sighs and lamentations are heard
on every hand. In house In little
blck street there Is WsiliDg and heart
felt anguish. Carriages aud vehicles OF
all kinds are gathered In the streets be-
fore aud adjoining the house Of sorrow.
Business men, prominent politicians,
men of science and letters, old men and
young, children, sObbing mothers and
daughters, all, every one, follow the
cherished one to the quiet home Of the
dead. WO kingmen, artisans, noted
statesmen, celebrated authors and legal
men wiring each other hands iG speech
less sorrow.
This profound and unutterabie agony
touched me, touched me deeply. stood
near curbstOne sadly watching the
lOng, long procession as 1t wound Its
dIeaTy way toward the gates, wherein
tall, white msrble shafts arose toward
the distant, darkeniDg sky.
my good man," said l to an honest
looking workman whose eyes were suf-
fused with tears, whom do you weep
for and bury this day p
"Alasl' replied the workman, as he
mournfnlly wrung the tears from q
sOpping wet pocket handkerchief. I'VE
mourn this day for the beautiful Angela
D."
"But," said l, "wby all this sorrow and
parade and pomp and woe for such as
she?"
Sir" said the workman, with look
shall never forget, "she was a No. 1
cOOkp'
Without word turned and accom-
panied the procession, and as my tears
fell l sincerely m0urned for her who
had gone straight to heaven.
BILLY MORTON.