Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-06-26

hroa- people who nncon-
sci0usly pa, ugh the town and
never come bSck.
Tt is quiet. IL is only two miles from
the main road and only fourteen miles
from Plum Lewis View. Good neigh
bors can always be found by coming to
my place. Street cars are contemplated
also by man who has been that way
ever since he fell out OF the hammock
that was hung on his piazza in the fall
of 1871 by a son-in-law who then lived
in Michigan. but who has since moved
to Oakland. CAL, TO open a dental OIL
fee, according to a local paper pub
liShed in the interests OF the trade at
So. so per year, with the understanding
that it is 20 be paid for in advance or as
soon thereafter as may be, though this
is no way TO publish paper, as Isaiah so
truly said, for the laborer is indeed
worthy of his hire, and this is found to
be the case especially among the work
ingmen, and in the language OF DR..
Bartle, speaking of the alliance itself,
and especially of EuriLides, where ne
tells OF AntiShenes, who was one day
working in new lot back Of the Nj. u.
church with pair Of restless steers and
a quarterly meeting going on at the
time, so that ne could not address the
steers as he would have liked, and the
place being trife rocky, as also was
/ Aptistheues, and the briers having
/ swatched his bare lege below the toga,
/ which did not amount TO much anyhow.
! "And what are you driving atP" says
| Euripides, who had just got poem into
\ a Greek magazine with the understand
ing that il was to be paid for as soon as
/ IL was published, il nothing happened,
and TO be used anyway in case OF MS
death, so ne was feeling pretty well.
"Driving at?" says AntistheneS; 81 am
driving at these pesky steers and DONG
little more work to get little more
| money 10 buy little more food TO give
me q little more strength so that l can
do a little more work and get a little
more money TO get me a little more food
to give me little more strength so
that p
DR.. Bartle says that he and Euripides
both came away and left the old man
| sitting on the plOw beam vaselining his
brier hes battered limbs and going over
and over In the midst OF mis- quaking
/ beard with this same old, old grievance,
| which is bOthering every workingman
to-day, dear reader, you and and all OF
us. and no member of congress can help
US out of it. No Republican or Demo
cratic platform or hoarse campaign re-
solvers can take the mighty burden
from our aching shoulders. Only Gods
kindly hand, when the day is done and
/ the droWsy CriCkets review the beautl-
| full torchlight procession OF freties, can
with gentle touch take off the heavy,
CALLING burden that he put there when
| the world began, when every man was
told to eat with one hand and wipe his
brow with the other
'Is IL not so?
And yet TiCktOwn, as was saying, IS
free from malaria. Sewer gas and civi!i-
zatiOn are unknown here except among
the better classes, and as the promoters
have removed all fatal cases to another
county early the death rate Is low.
Capital aud a bag of -four are all that
we need here now to make things lively.
| Buchwheat -four would be best.
Ticktown is the home OF the red bug,
which has recently become such an In
dustry here. II time should be hanging
! heavily on your hands this summer, sit
down on an old log at the corner Of
Soudan and Coon streets, where the site
for the new opera house is patiently
waiting for the capitalists, and after an
hour or so Of gentle thought you will
think Of something else. 1t will jog your
memory, and you will find when it is TOO
la.e that memory is not where you
thought il was at.
The red bug was the very first white
child born in TicktOwn. He could tell
us some strange tales, l wot, if he would,
of northern people with whom he has
associated-the young, the fair the aged
and the venerable-but he has spared
none Of them. The young, the joyous
and the gay, the crum0lng wreck oil
former grandeur, he has specked them
all.