Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-08-24
HE CAME TO GRIEF.
ONs DAYS ADVENTURES IN THa LIFE OF A
GITlZlN.
Showing How 8 Nan Of eminent Respectfully Nay
Get Drunk, While Intending to K,sp Sobsr-
An Experiences Enacted Daily
il Wheeling.

Everybody in Wheeling knows Mr..
John H. Sand, johnnie" Sand, or
SANDY" accordingly as they are more
or less familiar with him. Come to
think Of it, they may not, as matter
Of fact, know him by any one of these
cogn omenS, but they know the man;
and, after all, what's in a name? Mr..
Sand, il may be ia order to remark, for
the benefit Of strangers in town, and
readers Of the REGISTER residing out
side Of the city, is a citizen Of matured
years, not quite old enough 10 be termed
bachelor, and yet rapidly drifting in
the direction of that uncertain age; a
man OF fine ability. Of good education,
pleasing address, more than usual good
looks, a good dresser, and a hustler in
the jobbing trade. He is quite a society
man, has reputation at tennis and
bowling, yields an influential cue at pool,
and knows the exact relative value Of
'.straights," "GusheS" and "full hands. "
In word, Mr.. Sand is a thorough nine
teenth century American gentleman,
with q fair allowance of the virtues,
vices and follies thereunto appertain-
ing. With this introduction he will be
readily recognized by host of friends
and acQuaintances.
Mr.. Sand came down town Saturday
morning feeling a bit out of sorts. IL
wasn't anything in particular-he
couldn't exactly define the trOuble-but
he was conscious OF mental and physi-
cal condition, which male readers will
at once recognize II described by the
single word tough" Mr.. Sand had
been Illuminating upon the subject for
half an hour, and as he turned into Elev-
enth street from Main, he found himself
unconsci0usly wondering whether it
was the deyiled crabs he had eaten
at midnight, or the three bottles
of blue ribbon he had imbibed between
that hour and $50 o. M, or the loss OF
sleep, or an three combined, which had
affected him, and by the time he got
into Market street be had given the
problem up, but had come 70 the con-
clusion that be needed a bracer OF some
sort 10 start the day with. BY the time
Twelfth street was reached Mr.. Sand
had settled upon a cocktail as the thing,
and be dropped into Sheekey'S and
watched the artist behind the bar ill an
order to that effect. When the result of
the white-aprOned gentleman'S labOrs
had been sampled by Mr.. Sand, he at
once decided that he would take an
other. and he derived such apparent
benefit from that that he ordered and
drank a third As a result, when
he showed up az the store at sis
fifteen minutes late-Mr. Sand felt u
good deal better,
As the morning driftod away, hONey-
or. Mr.. Sand noticed that the old feel
ing was again creeping over him, and at
$3.50, when he stepped out for a light
breakfast, he took a little plain whis
Ky, as precSutiOn, 20 hold it down.
About half-past ten he thought little
more whisky would do him good, and he
went out and got it, and on the way
back he met a friend and had a beer.
Al noon Mr. Sand didn't 90 out for his
usual luncheon, but cOntented himself
with one or two glasses Of beer and
couple OF crackers. lie didn't feel just
right during the afternoon, and took q
couple OF beers, and when five o'clock
came, and the cashier handed him q
small brown envelope with his months
salary of eighty-fve dollars in it, he was
glad of his release. As he started up
town, he met couple Of friends on
Market street, complained of feeling out
Of sorts, took a rum cocktail with one
and a gin fZZ with the other, upon
their earnest recommendations, and
after O bath and a shave on Twelfth
street, he got TO his room through
light rain, feeling tolerably
fairish, as he mentally put IT TO himself,
but without a shadow of appetite for
dinner He lounged about his room for
time, inwardly shuddering as he
saw the rain coming down, and re-
called with a mental effort, an engage
meut OF a social nature, out of town, to
which he had committed himself in
happier moments. With a realizing
sense that no was In for il, Mr.. Sand
got into q dress suit by easy stages, and
eight o'clock saw him, bearing q hand
some silver-handled umbrella and a
light top-coat, ON board an Elm GROVE
car en- route out OF the city.
1t isn't necessary, ar this time or
place, 10 dwell infinitely upon the events
of the succeeding two hours. Suffice it
10 say that 10 was great strain upon
Mr.. sand, mentally and physically; but
ne managed 10 chat with something Of
his usual brIlliancy, sang a couple of
those tenor solos for which he is locally
famous, nibbled at some light refresh
ments, and, after a general fashion,
fairly maintained his reputation with
the ladies' as an exceedingly clever and
bright gentleman. To be sure, the
Colonel-Mr. Sand never did fancy the
Colonel as he did his daughterS-once
or twice cast an eye, marked with just
tiDge OF suspicion. upon his visitor, but
Mr.. Sand was too much preOccupied
with wishing he vas back in town to
pay heed to trlfes of that sort, and
when he babe the ladies good -evening,
and caught the motor due in town at
1895, he came to the deliberate con-
dusion that good suh pony
of brandy and a good nights sleep
was what be wanted, and what be
would have. lie had drank too much
during the day-a man was q fool TO
drink more than was good for him-and
he would stop 10, He really needed the
brandy, but that was sll he'd take. and
brisk walk home and a good sleep
would brighten him up immensely.
alr. Sand was Eliminating In this vein
wher the City Hall was reached, and
when he got out of the car he stepped