The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1896-07-11

| ter woe. The sinister gas bill was pro-
| duced All of this funeral was born
| of Mr.. Mclean and his bent for gor-
| oeous colorings Mr., Mclean is the
| editor and owner of the Cincinnati
| Enquirer. 1t is a pillar of fire by
| night and cloud by day to the Ohio
| Democracy There is this popularity
| about Mr. Mclean. He lives in Ohio,
| but resides in Washington Brice is
| the only other well-known man who
| has been capable of this dual address.
| Brice lived in Ohio, but resided in New
| York. Mr.. Mclean, as you see him in
| the picture, is at Flat d, Auditorium
Annex, where he keeps his boom for
the Presidency. The colored person
apparent in the background, and from
whose expression it is clear no chick
en- would be safe in his presence a
| second without a chaperon, is body
guard to Mr. McLean's boom. You can
not see him, but he is Beriah Wilkins,
publisher of the Washington Post;
and incidentally manager of Mr.. Me
Lean. Mr. Wilkins is sitting on di-
van. with his legs furled beneath him
like a Turks. This is to keep callers
from pulling them. Mr.. Mclean is very
fond of Mr.. Wilkins, to whom he looks
ND for his wisdom, and whom he res
meets for his valor Mr.. Wilkins has
a great war record. He enlisted at the
beginning of the late carnage with n
sixty-day regiment, and the whole
blood-thirsty outfit went surging
South. This was in Ohio, which State
is fortunate as the parent of both Mr.
Mclean and Mr.. Wilkins. Mr.. Wilkins
and his brave comrades crossed the
| Ohio River. They at once proceeded to
| throw up earthworks. They compiled
| a redoubt so strong and frowning
| that no reb ever came near it, This
| is the climax of war, to build a fort SO
| plainly impregnable that the foe will
pass it up. Just as Mr.. Wilkins and
| his regiment got the cornice on their
| Notifications the sixty days were up.
| The regiment held mass meeting.
| The question was: would they re-
enlist?" The colonel presided and
| called for remarks. All hung back.
At last Mr.. Wilkins, then young man,
with sunny hair, like corn silk, and
| laughing eye, stepped forward. Lake
| pizzaro, on a similar occasion, when
settling all things Peruvian, Mr.. Will
| llins drew his shovel and marked line
| i'm the sand. Comrades" shouted Mr..
| Wilkins, while his eye flashed like
| falchion. ION this side of the line lie
| Ohio. three meals day and safety. On
| this and here the intrepid young hero
| pointed southwark with his keen SHOW
| ell, ION this lie privation sow-belly and
| a soldiers grave. Which will we en-
| brace? | know not what course others
may take, but as for me, give me safe
| Ohio. sure thing end of it. Ny minds
made up. Nothing can swerve me
now" With these words Mr.. Wilkins
| crossed over to the Ohio side of the
| line and broke his shovel against a tree,
| saying; so end all my battles; all
my dreams of glory" Carried away
| by his example, the entire regiment
| followed Mr.. Wilkins. They returned
| to Ohio as one man. The worlds his
| tory was saved many a blood-bedab-
bled page by the words and prompt
| steps of Mr.. wilkins, for If this regi-
| ment had re-enlisted and continued
| its career, it has ever been the bellef
| of good judges it would have been
| case of Katybar-the-door with Jeh
| Davis or anybody who got in its way
| When Mr.. Mclean is President Mr.
| Wilkins will be secretary of the Treas
ury and bank our national game.
1 It
blush unseen,
And waste its fragrance on the desert
Y air.
Ex-Governor Flower, a draught OF
whose features has been secured Tor
| the readers Of this paper, is great
and a good man He divides his day
| into two employments. In the morn
| inc. he thinks; in the afternoon he
homes. I'm the morning he thinks OF
when he was Governor. and in the
afternoon he hopes to be Governor
again. The sedentary look IN Mr..
| Flowers face bellies him. 1t is a deiu-
sion and a snare. Mr.. Flower is as
soon and swift a financier as any who
| ever signed draft When Mr.. Flower
| was a boy he, like the late President
| Garfield, worked on the canal. At
| first his assignment was TO lounge
along the towpath and throw clubs
at the mules and make remarks about
| them and criticise their work. AS
| he grew older he stood with the tiller
| between his legs, steered the boat and
| yelled ''low bridge" by way of infOrIna-
| ton to the balance of the crew. AS he
| grew up Mr.. Flower glided from the
canal into finance and is now very
rich. and therefore very respectable
| While youth on the caii"I -"f' Flow
| er met with a mishap that almost
MINED him in the bud-robbed us of
him, as it were. He had a large mis-
fit pack of dogs who devoted them
selves to hunting the racoons of the
region along the canal whenever
young Flower gave them the tip to
do so. 1t was fall evening up on on
the G9-mile level when young Flower,
having bedded down the canal boat
land moored the mules bow and stern,
whistled his faithful dogs and wendell
toward a neighboring corn field IN
quest of his prey. The dogs got Il
coon up a Eastwood tree Young
Flower climbed the monarch of the
forest to jolt the coon out where the
dogs could rnngle with him. Jnfor-
tunately. as young Flower assembled he
bore his weight on a rotten Dough.
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