Virginia free press. (Charlestown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1832-1916, 1888-07-19
BEN HARRISON.
4 Tale by The AuthOr of "Ben Hur.'.

From very advanced sheets of Gen. Lee Wal
lace's Campaign Biography of Gen. Harri-
son"
The Young Protectionis.
The white horses of the sun were plant
ing their weary feet upon the western
marge of the horizon, and sunset, the red
headed maiden, majestic, beautiful, clad
in a multi-colored robe, skipped gaily on
to meet them. The sky was a dome of
flashing fire, wool of silver, and warp
of gold, the currency of our fathers. The
Ohio, mother of many waters, muddy
meandered on, dreaming the marriage
with the far off Mississippi. An un-
healty flush, bilious scarlet tinged the
waters Of the imperial stream. Like q
pharos of gold the conehant orb of day
beamed and streamed over the river over
the dim forests still full of fierce and bad
ly painted savages; over the stumps
where along the pioneers of civilization
had blazed their perilous way; over the
coverts of bear and panther, wildcat and
woodchuck over fields of North Bend,
afame with the harvest sown and reaped,
musket in hand; over the humble homes
of the settlers.
Before the door of a lowly log cabin
stood little Ben Harrison. The sun was
golden in his curls. His little jumper
was smeared, his chubby face was not of
the cleanest, but his merry eye was clear
and true. Smoke arising from an open
ing in the roof announced the prepara-
ton of the evening meal. Little Ben
was never off the clearing at meal times.
A whipporwill complained in the four
acre lot. Night was stealing on apace.
A woman's form came to the door. "Ben-
jamin, Benjamin, you have eaten up the
apple sass. Father'n attend 10 you when
he gets home"
The boys jacket and face were smeared
with tell-tale remnants Of the stolen feast.
His little mouth quivered, but, nerving
himself, he said proudly: Mother, was
afraid there might be glut in the home
market, so did eat up the apple sauce.
There's plenty more where that came
from"
Evidently we have a gluttOn in the
market" said the proud father when he
heard the story The young protectionist
went supperless to bed that night, but he
didn't care, He had been stufing him.
self all day.
Since his nomination Gen. Harrison
has frequently said that if it had not been
for his early fondness for apple sauce he
might never have been nominated to the
presidency. Mince pie, or meat pie, as
it was more commonly called by the Ohio
pioneers, bread with sugar molasses and
fapiacks and honey were other home in
dustries in which young Harrison wa;
specially interested.
How William Henry Harrison Taught Grand
son Ben the Art Of Var.
1t was when the hero of TippecanoC
was first nominated for the great honor
which, alas he was only to grasp with
dying hands. The glorious old chief wa:
walking one day through the streets o.
Cincinnati, then a small and sylvan vii
lage. Pigs grunted and squabbled in the
thoroughfares Of the future Queen Of the
West, and the tender bleat of the orphan
ed lamblet, or the soft, deep mooing o
the June-eyed COW was heard where nov
the ear is deafened by the rush of vehicles
the tread of multitudes of feet, and th'
eternal shrieking protest Of the duml
walters in the Commercial Gazette office
that cease not to groan and sweat unde
the eternal upshoot of editorial copy.
Happy Cincinnati OF more than fft.
years agone She had neither beer no
Prohibitonists. But this is depression
Pardon us, gentle reader; and do thou
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