Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-08-27
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Rev. Myron w. Reed and James Whit
comb Riley one afternoon about the
time OF the publication Of "Ben-Hur"
went out TO dine with George Hit Of the
.LoliranL at Indianapolis and came home
in the evening full OF "Ben-Hur." They
took a surface car drawn by pair CT
moth eaten mules. 1t was quite ride
from Hits chateau to the DennisOn
House, and so, as the car was unoccu-
MED except by two colored ladies named
| Trask. who lived across the track
Eloise aud Pearl Trask-they talked
| freely.
shortly after these two gentlemen
got on the car stopped, and the driver
went back to set q switch or recover
his whip, but soon it moved on in the
| darkness, gaining speed as the grade
seemed gently descending, till directly
the Misses Trask began TO giggle and
| look sort Of apprehensive toward the
| front OF the car. Mr.. Reed looked, too,
and discovered that there was no driver.
Moreover, the mules were running
away. j.,
The pastor made about two strides OF
eight feet each and found himself at the
dashboard OF the car. the lines dragging
along the track and the driver q mile
back looking for his whip.
The Misses Trask screamed as the car
now and then returned to the track
with a cruel shock, and Mr.. Riley, ex-
tending his head through ventilator
at tho top Of the car. exclaimed "HelPl
belpl" twice n'rapid succession.
MIR. Reed, holding his hat on with one
hand reached twice for the lines be-
| Goth the car, and twice the of mule
| most nut the pastors eye our with its
i1onressionlst tail. AT last Mr.. Reed
succeeded. and scorning the brake he
| slammed the nigh mule across the person
witb the lines, and waving his broad hat
in the air he cried:
"On. Atari On, Rigell What, An
tares. dost thou linger now, good mule?
| Ono AIdebarani hear them singing In
H. fonts. 1 hear the children singing
s15 the women singing OF the stars, Of
Ateir Antares, Rigel, Aldebaran, vic
,ory, and the song will never end"
As the car passed the corner near
/ where the Journal was Mr.. Riley again
extended his head through new place
| in the roof which he had made with his
silk hat aud calculated hurriedly
"Help! Help! Help! VIII no one de-
rail the car and save uS?"
But his cry was drowned by the roar
/ of the car and the remarks OF Mr.. Reed
az he slapped the off mule with his
! SLOUGH hat and exclaimed:
| "WelI done! Home tomorrow under
| the black tent-homel On, Antares!
! On, Aldebarnw
Ii was a grand sight.
| think they went past the car
stables eight times, and 1t is said that
those same mules never ran away since
that. You can leave them standing at
A crossing now while you go away to
Siberia, and when you come back they
will be there.
Below give poem addressed to my
farm during the late dry spell which
visited our place:
MIDSUMMER on Ny PLACE AT GIVEN POINT, AND
LOOKING TOWARD Roam MOUNTAIN BETWEEN
rHE sTANzAS
Oh. the sweet potatoes swelling on my upright
farm,
And Hope Elias with his strong right arm
Scoots the moonshins maker up 3 tree,
Oh the sun shines hot on my blue grass lawn,
And the mule goes on mighty sad,
For M " upright farm is a dark venetian red,
And the eating clay Is looking mighty bad.
III.
For nv lawn is as red as the Sandy Bottom
And Inc reach tree bnsts open on the bough,
And my long pArch-ed well at the back OF my
abode
wants cold, damp towel on its brow.
Il never was 50 drougkty since prior 10 the war,
when the avp es GOT 50 wormy on the tree,
And IL puzzlsa you al 20 know what they was
Keep, Sy1, snurly death to you and me.
But the banks may bust n do the money cen
ters harm,
Ireok MOI a low neck clam,
FOR I am conteut with my upright farm,
And that's why seem ike am.
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