Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1890-02-22

Married the parsonage of the
NJ. E. Church, South, Monday even
ing, Feb. 10, 1890, by Rev. l.. r.
Markwood, Mr.. JOSEPH NJ. HOUSE and
Miss Rosa E. PRoUT, both of this
place.
Notice. "A number of copies of the
Baltimore Critic of this date are distrib-
uted to day, attention being hereby
called to its article entitled "Shams
and Humbugs."
Editorially the critic elsewhere says
The canal steal-ten millions for one-is of
the. character of deals that German, Blaine,
Elkins, Davis e Co generally make, Indeed,
this is the only way penniless page in re-
publican congress could even reach the
highth Of signing check for millions, and
God save the mark-thiS is what the world
calls being great leader
The Rorer's tions. - The
Rover was surprised the other day to
find that he could wander mc0g.
He went down TO the old Consol.
NINE in fit of revere, and
there with superintendent Davis
had beautiful chat. He told the
Rover all about his work aud the art
of mining in general. In fact. with
charming n0ioete he gave away the en-
tire snap.
The Rover had taken his dinner
along. so as soon as Mr.. Davis had
shaken him, the Rover retired to a Sc
cluded spot, where Mr. d. could not
see him-and there consumed all that
would not be enough for two.
Just then a bird of i'll omen lit on a
limb near by, as if to audit all that was
left of the repast. The Rover was
much saddened by this incident, as it
appeared to betoken evil. He arose,
brushed out the crumbs still left in
his wind-shaken whiskers, and started
to hunt the Frostburg water works.
On the way the Rover gave vent to
his diversified imagination. Other
strollers would call it day-dream,
but this one does not. He thought
of a beautiful time
When the world shall happy be-
When newspapers and hyenas
Shall blossom on every tree
When tamarnds and potatoes
Shall cease their dreadful roar,
When turnip trees shall blossom
In the garden forevermOre.
And then. O then, as he reached the
bottom of the vale where Georges
Creek purls by, he thought Of Dry Run
and its memories
Oh sweet were the vanished hours,
When wandered adown the glen,
And wreathed my brow with tomatoes,
Or plucked the rpened hem
When the honey twined up the trellis,
And the cucumber chirped in the grass,
And the sweet potato whistled
To its mate in the mountain pass.
But saith the preacher, the l.."er
cannot dwell. The air dampens and
the evening chill is on the wing. The
mountain side is ascended and at last
the Rover contemplates the mechanism
which furnishes Frostburg with its
water supply. The result is disap-
pointing. The game is not worth the
candle the shrine unworthy Of the
pilgrimage. In swaling swirl Of the
soughrul wind, us the gust went glow
ing by, he sits by the bole Of Il bourn-
full birch, with Il cataract-ln his eye
The mellowing mists of the eve get
low, and the distant dog vel lps bark
ingly sad in the ghoulsome gloom, in
II swivering voice and harsh o,
where is the swing Of the swoonful
swish and the yell of the tiim-ham
fowl? All, yes-it means from the
murky mold-from the home of the
hootful owl. Now swivel him swift
from the surglng storm weary of
winter and wind; the gruesome graik
of the jabberwock comes zimmering
to his mind the feeble song Of the
snagpipe snarlS solemnwize, soughing
slow, and again he hears by the bane-
full elm the wall of wimpled woe-O,
where is the swipe of the swiEful
swump from the land of the springful
sprole? Must the blue mists blur ON
the tinker'S drale, and freight with
their fraught his soul ! Here Rover
pulled himself up IL little, and rear
ranging his tangled members, con
tinued- "In the dimsome dark !
think aud think, as ! ride on the
mournful main in the prov of Il pull
full bark And | write a rhyme rs
rove along the stream of the Starful
gloat as the cleaning glums, and the
morning means Of the migpeak minks
shall blk no more on the beetling
buns"
The Rover returned in time tC inter
view the phunograph. He was sur
priSed to recognize John Wesley
Evans familiar voice recommending "A