The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1897-09-11
HERE AND THERE,

is so attentive to his best girl that he
brings her TO the fair, those who had
lately bowed before Hymen were not
easily picked out, In the case in mind
the bride gave II away. She couldn't
keep it to herself. But then that's the
women for you, says the cynical bach
elor.
It was well after noon Wednesday, or
wodens day, as the early Britons put it,
when party of five, including one
woman, entered the sitting room of q
central Inn here, and seating themselves
at a table cried for fiagons of nut brown
ale. The lnnkeeper was busy soul that
day but his ear kept the run of the con-
versation of his guests while he worked
the pump that produceth the toaming
liquid. The fair member Of the party
was doing the most Of the talking,
Women again. Ell? Well, however, hei
shrill tones arose above the din, and
her probable thlrty-nine summers shon9
In her smiles as she delightedly repeat
ed: "Rice, rice, rice! Gracious me.
They jes showered us as we driv OFF a
hull bagful at time, hain't that right,
John?"
The poorer half at her right flowed
that Mandy was right" but in the mean
time the jnvlal host had set the ilagons
around the board. Mandy was still rat
Ting off the generous treatment of the
Wetzel county villagers at their we'd
ding that morning, to her relations
whom she'd run across, and was In the
midst Of another vivid description Of the
way the rice was thrown after John and
her, when she noticed one of the men
producing the necessary coin OF tho
realm.
Hold on there minute" she said.
I'm payin' for this" And she paid, too,
though she hardly tasted the contents of
her glass. She was really very proud
woman as she marched out on Johns
arm, and an observing customer remark
ed to the innkeeper that her good spirits
were the resulting of mailing her man at
last. This was Intended as thrust upon
her age, and the innkeeper didn't smile,
1t is curious how much antipathy, or
animosity, or whatever 1t ls that is prev
alent in the average mind toward rail-
road company. A hotel keeper In lit
tie village out In Ohio is awful sot aGin"
the railroads, according to Col. Harry
Mcclure, and he emlts fiendish laugh
every time he hears that railroad com
pany got the worst of IT, one evening
last week the genial Harry was leisurely
driving along the village road, and 80
wrapped was he In his councilmanic
cares that his fancy was lowering
around the city building instead Of on
the trials that beset the wayarer.
The shadows had settled over the land.
scape ere the village was anywhere III
sight, and the tired horse moved along
slowly. The railroad track gllstened in
the cleaning but the troubles of his con-
stltuents were before the councllmanic |
eye. The track was crossed when, |
swish!-and a train few by. The engine
almost grazed the rear Of the buggy, |
and 1t was by the closest kind Of shave |
that the first branch of council wasn't |
minus a member A vision of that
chamber draped in mourning flashed be-
fore him, but the next moment the in
cident was forgotten. An hour later as
the hotel keeper was putting his horse
away for the night, Mr., Mcclure men
toned his narrow escape at the railroad
crossing.
Gee whlz!" said the railroad-hater
why didn't you get even? Why, man
was killed here the other day and he
got thousand dollars fur it,"
About all the schools in the state will
be In full swing this week, and the new
teacher in the country districts will have
the same old ordeal to face. The
trustees, the whole neighborhood in fact. |
but chiefly the big boy of the school, will |
size up the teacher as a sort of gauge OF
what can be expected in the future. This
is not the most pleasant thing in tho
world for the teacher.
An experience of a fair teacher now In |
the city Is related by her In a very en-.
tertaining manner She had secured
position as teacher out In the interior Of
the state, and the family with whom she |
boarded warned her the night OF her ar
rival against Ned Morley. the biggest
boy attending the school. a small frame |
structure that had breasted the storms |
of many years, from its station on the |
hill, overlooking the country road |
Coupled with her strange surroundings |
the young girl didn't go to sleep that |
night with rosy dreams Of the morning |
She was fatlgued after her long ride |
across the country, and soon her eyelids |
closed, only to start open with some |
horrible dream of being chased by a |
monster of boy. with an ugly weapon
In his hands That phantom was ever |
before her. as she was escorted to The |
school house In the morning.
However, Ned Morley was not among |
the pupils that scattered themselves in |
the rude seats. This relieved her some
what, and the day passed smoothly 9TH |
erwlse. Next morning the teachers face
paled as she noticed a hulling youth |
slide Into back seat, but she recovered |
herself and put on bold 'front.' The
day passed without incident, yet she |
found her cheeks reddcnlnE under his
steady glances She remembered tn,
tales told Of how he had licked the other
teachers. but with acquaintance hi
didn't appear so fierce
To make n long story short, the win
ter had come and gone No better boy
ever carried school books than Ned
Morley The good people Of the district
were at n loss to account for the reform
alton Of the boy terror. They could
never hear him swear like he used to-
and even the smallest boys ran Ia meet
him every morning instead Of ncelnq
from his presence as Of yore He had
dropped the awkward gait, the lcerinp
look had gone from his eyes, and he
stepped along as smart as a soldier lie
stepped along rather bashful like, the
older children remarked, II he happened
to meet the teacher going home from
school. He happened to meet her very
often. But then there was such a slight
difference IN their ages