Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1886-09-25
LETTER FROM LEONE"
COLUMBUS, O., Sept. 21st, 1886.

DEAR Misunderstanding it
highly probable that The HERALD
readers will take as much interest
in my farewell as they do in my vel
fare, I'll begin with that. Half of
you, especially the gentler halt, have
no idea of the Martinsburg of mid
night; / didn't have much myself,
but You can grasp a good sized idea
of it in walk to the depot, at that |
hour. AS usual when l 60 away SO
seldom, there is something done to
celebrate the event and it usually |
takes the form of kindly delaying
my departure as long as possible.
The train was late, and the c0ndi-
tion of affairs in the car was strong
ly calculated to give me the impress
sion that / was intruding into a
vast bedroom, whose occupants were
contortionists of no small qualifca-
tions; to make the limited area OF
an ordinary car seat do duty as
boudoir, requires some executive
ability and hinges on the human
frame, or the results are comical.
There was fine display OF open
mouths and sonorous sounds from
those natural caverns. When man
sleeps in a railway car he invariably
reverses the natural order of things;
his head goes down and his feet go
up; it may be comfortable, but there
are handsomer views in the world.
O,a t;ro1 o,+ ;DA;y;Huol hal his
feet unshod and covered with COM
bination of cotton and real estate,
and they looked like the hill coup-
try OF Judea, for shape. He had
them hung up on the seat before
him on which sleepy bald head
rolled to and fro until it finally lit
against the supporting soles, where
the owner settled himself until he
! woke up to a realization of the sort
of head Test he had been using
with base ingratitude he jointed out
the offending members to the brake
man, and the tableaux broke up and
; got into society shape again.
, At Grafton a number of delegates
who had been to the Convention at
, Weston, piled on to the train and
made things lively. Mr.. Hart, Of
the Intelhgencer, was of the number,
, so was Mr.. T. G. Stillwell, q gentle
, man who tells good story of how
: he once or twice was taken to be
i Judge Flick, and personated him
with creditable success. Albeit he
, is not quite so good looking as the
Judge.
Mr.. j. w. Burchinal of the Mounds.
vile Herald, was also one of the
J delegates. He is a wide awake, en-
ergetic young man, native of the
; Keystone State and if Grant Pitzer
f gives him the lessons he said he in.
tended to, the pupil may turn teach
, er, and somebody get to the " shaw"
} side.
, At Fairmont a delegation OF the
, bourbon sort poured in, and the two
, parties eyed each other from oppo.
, site ends of the car and talked Can
didate until one of the passengers
broke up the whole crowd by falling
over in spasm. People went to
t his assistance with fans, water, hand
, kerchiefs and about dozen doctors.
He entertained the people until
, nearly to Wheeling, by that time /
| felt as if wouldn't mind having a
, spasm myself if it would demolish
the more generate dryland seasick-
ness that a long car ride invariably
sends me. Somebody told me that
, sheet of paper pinned over the
neighborhood of the gastric region,
: was an unfailing charm as settler.
, tried it. took whole sheet of
, foolscap as the most appropriate pa.
per, perhaps it was too appropriate,
, anyway it done no good, and /
haven't yet got done feeling like a
cork bobbed around by every mo-
, ton.
, Reached Columbus at p. M, and
been idling away time as if I had
oceans of it. You see it's novelty
for me to not have lots of rushing
work to do. There is nothing strik.
ingly new or startling about Column
bus. / went through the State House
and noted some of the late additions
to the "relic" and Flag rooms. The
, former is sort of museum for rel.
, les Of the late war, and curiosities of
all sorts. The latter contains hun
; dreds OF tattered Banners whose
bullet and shell cut stripes clasp in
their folds history of the war that
will never be told.
/, Among them is a Headquarter
|, flag of the first Brigade, Second di-
vision, Army OF West Virginia. 1t
is the property Of Gen. r. B. Hays,
and leaned by him to this State. In
the relic room are flags whose his
tories are told, and whose white silk
en- stripes have ripened red with
blood in the glare of battle and the
breath of defeat.
The Library would be regular
loadstone to me, though their rules
are very strict and no books can be
taken away but you may read in the
Library all day if you choose, or, nm.
til closing time, which is at 5 p. m.
Sunday morning, by special invi.
tation of the Chaplain, DIR. De Bruin,
extended thro' friends, / attended
SarvicaS in tho Panitanfioru Chapol