Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1886-05-29
LEONE LOCAL CHAT.

NOW that the ballot boxes have
been stuffed-away, let us have peace.
The Republicans lost honestly and
only by reason of overpowering num-
bers; eight from four you can't. 1t
might be wise to impart few ex-
resident Republicans next election.
The City Band rendered some music
ally vigorous, or vigorously musical
congratulations, irrespective of DEM
ocratic results after the vote was made
known. / heard some brilliant re-
marks concerning candidates, notably
one that is too good to be lost: "If you
cover him with capsule, 1 might
swallow him." But then you can't
depend on bon mot. The Democrat
party has a mouth like crocodile,
ready and willing to swallow any,
thing; judging by some of their pa
pers, Cleveland has left bad taste in
the party mouth.
In lieu of news l give you some
poetry. If you want to escape the
verse, you must create more news;
ga hint to the wise,"l warranted to
be strictly original. / assure you of
this for fear you might otherwise miss
the originality. And I might as we'll
while I am talking in this direction,
set at rest the anxious minds of some
4" doubling Thomases" of modern
name, as to the snsdiuided production
of what is covered by the signature
of Leone. When borrowed, you will
always find this literary trade mark
C" attached; and kindly but firm
ly assure you that the " help" is limit
ed to "items" from friends. Your par
don for this variation, for l hate an ex-
PLANTATION as I do such insinuation
and now, let's see, what was talking
of? For dearth of outside news, [
have to give you some society notes;
from the original music, I'd never
thought of translating them for you
if hadn't
Been dreaming away in the twilight
And weaving fanciful bloom,
To garnish the column of chat this
week,
When two lovers came in the room;
In short metre phrase, all was not
we'll,
A "rift was within the Lutte -
The distance between them measured
by light,
Was the length of foolish dispute.
That was why, tho it wasn't exactly
right;
That | kept intensely mute.
He was mortgaged to self esteem
She was of course self-willed,
And between the two | gathered up
The arguments that were spilled.
Sentiment" said he, "is the
spice of lite,"
sc More likely,n she answered, GA
bomb shell of strife"
Its motives thro' sunshine may
pull together
cloudy weather.
Broad scope they want; in loves
narrow lanes;
Too close they rub when passion holds
the reins,"
Better to find" Jen.," I" Well?
What is it WHIP"
For two seconds the rocking chairs
were still.
His mouth was open, but the power
ofspeech
S urprise had buried nearly out of
reach.
And somehow when he caught on
to the words
They were sour as milk that had
turned to curds.
He said " My dear, have you been
to the race So"
" You seem to be getting out of the
traces,'
Your SMILES are beastly,"-" Sir,
So is your pun"
Thinks | this is business - there's
going to be some fun.
Better to find," she said, under
desires lash,
Unruly sentiment transformed to
cash;
Its glittering magic has wide,
wide range;
We can dispense with love, but not
with change"
I'll prove it too" she said, " by
sight,"
And facts of every day that l am
right )"
Climb to some lofty height, tits but
to find
That trades insignia, borne on wings
of wind
Or artists pail, has daubed natures
face,
Stamped in glowing odds, monograms
of our race;
So, heights in the ideal world of bliss
Proclaim conspicuous, the trade mark
of this"
$50 it seems" he said, with bow
extra polite,
" have the honor, Jennie, of bidding
you good night"
He started, but somehow he didn't
go;
And when harsh words melted to soft
1 thought I'd better let them know;
And gave gentle cough
Now what I'd like to know is this
If they could not agree
Why they'd descend from heights
of bliss
To both get mad at me?