The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1890-04-10
WHEN a NAN IS VERY I'LL.
Then Fantastic Experiences Impress Theaz
selves ON His Brain.

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selves ON His Brain.
Major of Police Moore was so much
better yesterday that he was at police
headquarters nearly all day. Col.
Moore is a very prince of story tellers,
and nobody has keener appreciation
OF the humorous side of things. He
was very sick man for week or So
and was delirious for hours. While
he was lying in bed he was entertained
for hours by the most fascinatingly
fantastic series of events he ever heard
or read of
He haS to refuse TO sanction the
presidents application for license to
to peddle bananas, because he thought
the presidents breast was so complete
ly covered with badges and decora-
tons that there was no room on it for
! the badge, the size Of a saucer, that H.
censed hucksters are required to wear.
he was very sorry to turn the presi-
! dent down, but his duty was plain.
The theft of the Washington monu-
ment by a party of ''Foggy Bottom"
rascals also gave him great deal of
uneasiness. He officiated at a balloon
ascension, too, and after the balloon
rose way up in the air it burst, and
from the inside of it sailed, wrong side
up, over the blue sky, a full rugged
ship with sails all set and filed with
wind.
Late one night long solemn pro.
cesslon of monks came to his bedside.
They were fat. jolly old fellows and
their faces under their gray cowls were
rosy with good things to eat and drink.
Their shaved heads were all bowed and
on each face was perfunctory sort of
a look of pity. ''They came with
funeral tread, two by'two, the colonel
says, land as each passed by my bed
and stopped to wait for the rest at the
foot and around on the other side they
looked down at me as if to say well,
old boy, and concluded my time was
up. There were forty or fifty of them
altogether, all as solemn as under.
takers.
Finally, after they were all stand
ing around me, the latest, rosiest
checked one of the lot pushed his way
to the front with censor in his hand.
He scratched a match and lit it, and
swung 1t solemnly back and forth. /
could see the smoke curl up in little
clouds. The old monk swung it closer
and closer. | waited for them to chant
something. But they didn't, and the
old monk kept on swinging his censor,
closer and closer. 1t set fire to nv
whiskers the colonel stroked his long.
white imperial affectionately), which
blazed up furiously, while the fat
monks sides shook with their laughing.
Then | realized that it was all a Joke.
and ! remember that ] laughed as
heartily at it as any of them.
Another time ! thought was in
my office and an old soldier came in and
reported that he had lost his wooden
leg somewhere on the avenue, and he
wanted me to help him find it. had
the heutenants have all their men look
for 1T, but it was nowhere to be found.
A delegation of members of the Grand
Army OF the Republic called on me
about the matter, too. / was worried
to death because / couldn't find the
old soldiers leg. Why, l was never
so worried in my life about anything
as was because / was not able to re
store that old soldiers leg.
II remember going to all sorts OF
official receptions and being called
upon by delegations. One was dele.
CATION from st. Louis headed by the
mayor.
II seemed to be standing on a sort
OF promontory that stuck out into the
sea. About ten feet away was another
promontory, and the ST. Louis delega-
ton seemed to be standing on that.
They came across with the mayor at
the head. lie came up to me and said:
Col. Moore, let me introduce my fell
low rulers of the great city of st.
Louis, the members of the common
council. Then the mayor introduced
them one by one, and after we had
shaken hands all around the mayor
said: Here is another old friend of
mine l want to introduce you to-
''As he spoke the funniest little man
ever saw stepped forward. He had
on dress coat made of white duck.
He didn't wear any vest and he had
an old fashioned stock, such as men
used to wear years ago, tied closely
around his neck. He had on black
trousers, three times too big and they
were rolled up at the bottoms. His
face was weatherbeaten and shaved
all over, but for a little fringe of
whiskers under his chin. His hair was
black and combed forward so that it
stuck up over his ears on each side,
and the top of his head was entirely
bald. He carried one of those old fash
Toned low bell crowned beaver hats
they went out of style before you
were born-and he held it in his hand.
The mayor of St. Louis said This is
my old friend, Mr.. Daniel McGinty,
Col. Moore, and as Mr.. McGinty made
a very low bow could see on his bald
head the stitches and plasters all over
it where the doctors had fixed it up
after the fall. 1t would take me a
week to tell you the funny things
saw while l was sick. "-Washington
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