Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1888-11-17
old Stuart. ListeD--that sweet voice
does not treml,le there is not one
false note:
Il am monarch of all I survey.
My title none will dispute

FROM the centre all round to the sea
Pm Lord of the fowl and the brute"
The crowd parted, as his handsome
figure made for the vessel. AIthous
and supple knees were Bonded, and
the homage of the vast crowd was
paid him. He deigned not to notice
them, but disappeared over the rail-
ing, his beaver lingering like a SUM-
beam on bald head. His was q gal
liant fight, but alas prohibition closed
the bar and the knife of his own
party found his vitals. Feidt was
too heavy, and proved the old Bibli-
cal proverb that "the race is not al
ways TO the swift, nor the battle to
the strong.n
Now the passengers come in gangs.
E. Boyd Faulkner, with Reddy
O'Connor bearing parcel, labeled !:
"IT WAS LOADED"
Alex Parks, with John Robinson
carrying another: "There was hole
in the vest pocket" F. Vernon Aler,
with another: "How / was mistak-
en-" Charley Lamar an never
bet again. Adrian Nadenbousch !:
Alas for the rarity Of christian char
ity'" Kephart "Good bye, Old
Grover, good bye" Hunt. Austin
and Mike Smeltzer each carried switz-
er cheese and pot of paint. BY the
time they reached the vessel, the
berths we're heated, and everything
ready for sailing. The ropes were
loosened, and like dying swan,
amid groans, weeping and cheers the
"Sackvllle West"
"Started, moved, she seemed to feel
The thrill of life along her keel"
Just then, broad-shouldered man
came up, motioned the boat to stop,
and gave big leap for it. But alas !!
missing it, he fell into the briny deep,
and was fished out by John Boyd
and hung near three red-headed men
to dry.
POOR MARsTELLA!
he WAS n hi. too. fresh ord .hn sell
water will do him good. As the
boat::went on >its:way Loge Quinn and
Charley Bishop locked arms, and
tragically sang to those on shore:
"sailing, sailing, over the deep blue sea-
It's many day, ere Logic dear,
Will come sailing back to thee.
Sailing, sail-"
but the voice grew indistinct and
with tear-bedimmed eyes, the women
on the shore, saw the vessel swallow
ed up in the fog.
But, we must not lose sight OF the
voyagers. No sooner out of sight
than fortitude ceased to be virtue.
The whole crew and all the passen-
gers set up fearful bawl. Web.
Shaffer
BIT OFF HIS MUsTAcHE;
Jim McKown never cracked smile;
White stopped chewing, and aged
men tore their gray hair and beat
their aged breasts. Will Dodd
mounted mackerel barrel and be-
gan: "Our star is in the ascendancy.
We have met the enemy and we are
his. We" "my heavens, hang
him to the top mast" yelled pass
enger. Bill went on: "The demo-
ocratic party is the grand"
CDR. DANIELS"
yelled someone, and Dodd immedi-
ately collapsed and hid in Williams
overcoat pocket. Then Jim Frazer
arose, pulled up his auburn bangs,
and said: "Fellow citizens, 1 am a
young man. am" $50 home
and soak your head, sonny said
George Rhodes, as he led him gently
behind the empty beer key, and rub
bed his mustache with Standard Oil.
ooh, where is my boy tonight
commenced Ben Brady. A big fell
low fell in his lap, saying: "I've
stuck (hic) to you in (hic) prospect
ty. / will not (hic) go back (hic) on
you in adversely" This satisfied
Ben, and lie picked up the Mills
bill, smiled sickIy grin, and then
sleep, gentle, soothing sleep, took
his spirit to more peaceful realms.
Ran Ramer and Ash Hamil were
seated on the aft deck, drinking in
the salt breezes, and sneezing loudly
over their lost bets. The old home
run, observation-disclosures had dis
from their faces, and woe
and anguish Of heart usurped its
place.
On swept the "Sapkyille West,n
past smaller crafts, and gaily paint
ed barges. There was no foolish
ness about gallant Colston. He or
dered on more sails, and the prov OF
the giant vessel threw the foam noun
tain high. Suddenly, DR.. Jim. Nc
Sherry, who was away up in the rig