The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-11-02
A GREAT rHRoNa.

A GREAT THRoNG.
All along the line Of march the people,
with sad faces and barred heads,
watched the somber columns. and at
the church throng as great as that
which. had been about the city hall
was gathered.
While the thousands upon the streets
we're viewing the funeral procession
Prendergast, the assassin, whose bullet
had caused the city sorrow, strolled
about the cage in the county jail, ap-
parently unconcerned. He had asked
for the morning papers, ana read with
apparent interest the published ac-
counts of the funeral arrangements, but
had made no rem rk concerning the
sad occasion. AS he paced up and
down the dinly lighted corridor. the
strains of n passing band playing the
dead march floated in through the win
dows. The murderer stopped in his
walk for moment, llstened to the sol
emn music and then paced on again,
seeming unconscious OF what was TAX
ing place without tho prison walls.
A PATHETIC REMINDER.
A peculiarly pathetic reminder Of
the dead mayor came into view immedi-
ately following the black and golden
hearse-a thoroughbred mare, saddled
and bridled, but rideriess. In many n
labor riot or fierce election contest,
thousands OF people had seen the DASH
ing mayor press forward on that same
thoroughbred into positions OF danger
few public men would dare. To see
the noble looking animal to-day led
behind the hearse OF her master was
sight that not many witnessed un'
moved.
THE PROCESSION.
From every window, upon every roof,
and in every doorway along the line OF
march, from the city hall out Jackson
boulevard, sad faces looked forth upon
the solemn scene.
Inspector Ross had sent out 300 DO
licemen to clear the streets and manage
the crowds, but the officers were
almost poweriess in the vast throngs.
As the Seventh regiment, !. N. g.,
passed particularly crowded corner
with Col. Francis I. Colby at the head
of his splendidly drilled commaed, the
crowd swayed forward, forced by the
crush in the rear. but the policemen
soon cleared the way, and the procession
moved on again.
As the funeral car, guarded by the
active pall-bearers, passed the crowds
stood with barred heads and dimmed
During the crush opposite the doors
Of the church, Mrs. l.. A. Clark, OF 4O6
South Morgan street, tainted. Before
she could be gotten out of the crowd
she was severely crushed and bruised.
A patrol wagon took her TO the county
hospital.
Arrived at the church, the remains
were placed within the chancel rail,
and, in the presence of great congre'
cations of the friends OF the mayor, the
beautiful Episcopal services for tho
dead was read by the Rev. I. N. Nor
rison, jr. The music was by forty choir
boys robed in black cassocks and white
surplices.
out from the sacred edifce, echoing
to the saddened strains Of the great
organ, almost hidden beneath wreaths
and letters and roses, the casket was
borne and the march to the cemetery
began. Down Washington boulevard,
across the river and then to the north
side the procession moved in unboken
column, and upon streets everywhere
lined with great crowds. About two
miles north from the centre OF the city
the foot portion OF the line disbanted,
while the mounted officers and those in
carriages went on to the cemetery.
AsAD SCENE.
The service at the church were not OF
great duration, consisting only OF an
address by the Rev. 7. n. Morrison, the
rector, and the ainging of several
hymns. +.
A sad scene occurred when the chief
mourners moved out to the carriages.
Miss Annie Howard, who had endured
the strain Of the services with remark
able iortitude, gave way completely and
burst into violent weeping when the
portals OF the church had been passed.
Her whole frame trembled with the
force OF her emotion, while her pas
sionate sebs moved the hearts ot all
who stood near.
Preston Harrison, the mayors son,