Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-01-31

Jake ran off after his music. We
heard them, still diSdaining time, march
around the camp announcing the fan
dangO.
This helps US" said Brent. "Our
friends, of course, will not join the riot.
When the MormOns are fairly engaged
we will make our visit"
1T is a good night for q gallop,"
said 1.
He nodded, but said nothing.
Presently Jake, still supported by his
pair of melodists, reappeared. A stray
Cling procession Of saints followed him.
They troOped into the inclosure, a mot
ley throng indeed. Even that dry husk
ofmusic, hardly even cadence, had put
some spirits into them. Noise, per Sc,
is not without virtue; it means life.
Shamberlain's guests came together,
laughing and talking. Their laughter
was not liquid. But swallowing prairie
dust does not instruct in
du.cet tones. Rather wrinkled
merriment; but still better than no
merriment at all.
We entered with the throng. Within
was a bizarre spectacle. A strange
night scene for a rough handed Flemish
painter OF low life to portray.
The ragamufin brigade" whispered
10 Brent. Jake Shamberlain's red
flannel shirts and yaIler topped boots
would be better than this Seediness Of
the furbelowed nYmphs and ole clo'
SWANS. Evidently suits OF full dress
are not to be hired at pinch on the
bOuleyardS Of SiZZumville."
Brent made no answer and surveyed
the throng anxiOusly.
"They have not come-the father and
daughter" he said. Il cannot think OF
the others now"
shall we go 70 them?"
Not yet. SIzzum sees US and will
suspect"
We stood by regarding, too much con-
cerned for our new friends to feel thor
oughly the humOr of the scene. But it
made it's impression.
For lights at the chamberlain ball, in
stead OF the gas and wax of civilization,
a fire blazed in one corner OF the court,
and sundry dips OF unmitigated tallow,
with their perfume undiluted, tlared
from percheS against the wall. Over
head, up in the still, clear sky, the bare
faced stars stared az the spectacle and
shook their cheeks over the laugha6le
maneuvers Of terrestrials.
The mundane lights, fires and dips
flashed and glimmered; the sky lights
twinkled merrily; the guests were as
sembled; the bail waited to begin.
Jake chamberlain, the maSterof cere-
monies, cleared a space in the middle
and ''called for his fddlers three"
A board was laid across two barrels,
and upon it Jack arrayed his orchestra,
with Brother Bottery, so called, for
leader. Twang went the fiddles, "Pard-
ners for a kerdrillew cried Jake.
Szzum led off the ball with one of
the Blowsalinds before mentioned.
Dancing is enjolned in the Latter-day
church. They cite Jephthas' daughter
and David dancing by the ark as good
scriptural authority for the custom.
"Right and left" cried Jake Sham
berlain. "Forrud the gent! The lady
forrud! Forrud the whole squad! Jerk
pardners! Scrspe away, Bottery! Kick
out and no walkin! France in, gals!
Lamm ahead, boys. Time, time! All
hands around! Catch a gal and spin
her! Well, that was jest as harnsome a
kerdrille as ever 1 seed"
And so on with another quadrille,
minuet and Quadrille again. But the
subsequent dances were not so orderly
as the first. Filled with noise and romp-
ing, they frequently ended in wild dis
order. The figures tangled themselves
into labyrinth, and the music, drown
ed by the tumult, ceased to be clew Of
escape. Nor conld Jake'S voice, half
suffocated by the dust, be heard above
the din, until, having hushed his or
chestra, he had called "Haltn' dozen
times.
In the intervals between the dances
we observed Larrap distributing whisky
10 the better class of the emigrants.
Slzzum did not disdain to accept the
hospitality of the stranger. Old Bird
/ gers LIQUID stores, now Mormon prop
| erty and for sale at the price Of Johan-
nisberger, diminished fast on this festal
night.
after while.
"Not quite yet. Old Bottery an
nounces that he is going to play polka
/ Fancy a polka herel That will engage
Sizzum after his potations, so that h'
viii, forget our friends"
Now, brethren and saints" crieC
Jake" attention for the polky! Pip'
up Bottery!" =,
AT The sound Of the creaking polka, |
youth. pale and unwholesome as |
tsilor's apprentice, led out q sister saint
OTHERS followed. Some danced teetotuu
| Ssshioa. OtheFs bounced clunsily about