The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-11-22
PAYING ELECTION BETS.
Victor Murdoch. in the Inter-Ocean.

A good deal of unnecessary woe of a
red-headed hue is shed over the defeated
| candidate. The fellow who really needs
the balmy influence of human sympathy
pines for it in vain. The man who pines
large. tear-soaked pines at this season OF
the year, and signs in sharp broken rasps.
Ike fat man looping across pond OF
thin Ice, is the individual who has mad.
an eccentric bet on the election and has
to fulfill it.
When mans partisanship gets strong
| enough to drag him all over teil-acre
lot by The lobe OF the left ear, he needs
to loaf about in the vicinity where people
make business of scattering seeds OF
kindness and speak with the soft pedal
OF their thoraX down.
| Yesterday contractor, who begs
with cringing humility that his name al
least shall not be paraded, sat all day in
one of Siegel, Cooper & CO.. big windows
| on State street and laboriously white
washed away at ton of nut anthracite
coal. At the same time Angelo Bacci-
gallup, at Leavitt and West Van Buren,
streets, was drawing ripsaw athwart a
/ cord of hickory blllets with noise like
the snore Of fat woman with catarrh
that has run into the blind staggerS
stage. While Angelo glided up and
| down over his work, band hired for
the occasion blew out a knock-kneed
| and affecting edition of "Wanderlng
Through the Wild wood"
! At No. 231 LaSalle street, while the
wood dropped from the buck and the
little Jumps of coal, pale coal
tumbled one by one INTO a
small heap. Clyde Jacobs hung over a
table, his tongue loiling out and his tear
| stained eyelashes resting on paliid cheeks.
He was sad. Gloom loled in the door
way and rested in heavy clouds about
| the cornices. Jacobs face was as long
| as the night before Christmas to small
boy. He had reason to be sick at heart.
He was counting bushel af bird-shot.
During the day it became so common
| around by their brother men, in barrows,
that the novelty wore off and unless it
was an unusually fat man in the vehicle
and an exceedingly choleric partisan for
locomotion, the scene would not break
the solid line of pedestrians along the
streets. The wheelbarrow method OF
political penance was slightly var
led yesterday afternoon by the APP
pcdIduC0 Ol u lldti, d WOiuiU, anu q
wheelbarrow on Jackson boulevard, a
block east of Ashland boulevard. The
man sat down in the wheelbarrow, and
the slight woman hefted the bars, and
then with a Delsartean heaye, started
down the boulevard on jump, followed
by crowd of small boys bowling like
Hottentots. Everything went smoothly
until Ashland boulevard was reached,
where a little overripe parsnip with
freckles on it cuddled up against the
asphalt. The wheel of The barrow hit
the parsnip aud spluttered around like
locomotive drivers on a CREASED track.
The fat man didn't wabble. He shud-
dered coldly and left the barrow. Then he
dented the nice clean pavement with his
left eyebrow, An alarmed woman in a
house near by darted out and wanted to
know if there was another gas main ex-
plosion, and an eXcitab.e man with red
whiskers and carbuncle scars on the
back of the neck quickly lowered him.
self from the third story window with a
fire escape.
The man and the women crept silently
away by a back street, and the boys
made away with the wheeibarrow.
1t was about this time, 3 p. M, when
the soft, seductive strains of kretlow's
orchestra stole out on the crisp air
around Angelo Baccigalupi's saloon. In
front. .pile of Srowr1e~ood stood, as
an awful warning to small boys not to
be bet on close years.
Two or three hundred people-men,
women and children - congregated
and watched the proceedings. Angelo
presently marched out in front of
Al.
cheered. The bass-drummer brought
the cowhde belt that knocked over a
small boy and bellied the skin between
the ribs of passing street car nag. An
gelo spat on his hands and then looked
closely at the teeth of the rip saw to de-
tect its age. Then Frank Miller. OF No.
293 Mohawk avenue, who won the bet.
considerably swiped a piece of aged
side bacon across the business end OF the
instrument. The band doomed abou5 |
and Angelo began the work OF acquiring
a large collection of robust waterfalls !
tiers, which he now has on hand. The
tuba player pulled away in the mean |
while and the cornetist almost bowed |
the bell of his horn out straight. Angelo |
struggled with the saw bravely, occa- |
sionaly striking knot and dexterousiy |
pirouetting about over the sawbuck, but |
always sustained and soothed by an |
trust that there was some !
consolation in being guyed ii 1t adver- !
tised you. Whenever Angelo struck a |
knot tue saw made noise like a hyena |
practicing on a picco!o, and the crowd |
howied IN ghoulish glee.
Angelo was still saving in the twilight |
last evening, but the band was exhaust.
Nl,,,cP
town, Genoa, and has long head. He I
bet on Harrison, and, In losing, won; /
for he did more business yesterday after |
noon than he ordinarily does in month. I
His neighbors furnished the money for /
the music.
A large crowd surrounded the |
big show window at Siegei. |
Cooper s. Co.'S all day. The man
who bet on Harrison had asked per
mission of Mr.. Cooper to display himself ,
and had been permitted 10 do so. lie |
was cheerful man, this man, who has /
undertaken to whiten and purify the
existence of one ton of nut anthracite |
coal. He wears silk hat and there Is /
constant intangible smile ON his face, !
which reminds the spectators OF the
subtle JOY of a man who hangs around |
a nickei-in-the slot machine uH;ii some i
body else comes along and drops In the +
nickel. This cheerful man Is bounded +
on the south by pile of small Jumps of !
hard coal aggregating one ton; Oh the
north by bucket of sticky whitewash /
and on the west by what Is commonly /
known as a sea OF faces. He is to work 4
everv day betw cen the hours Of 10 4. N. /
and p. M. until the large heap OF black i
coal looks like Grandp. Ansoa's record /
for 90
Yesterday he humEled softly 70 him |