The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1897-11-20

So they hied themselves hence one Y e
Wednesday, STEADY company" night
to take in the show. After the overture
an elegantly dressed young man took
a seat a short distance away from them.
From his well brushed hair to his tan
shoes he was the perfection of good
taste. But the crysanthemum he wore
shone Respondent over all. 1t was a
"beaut,"
The girl idly noticed the young man
at first, but her eyes kept revertlns to
him until she didn't seem to have any
use for anything else, True, she
eylnced some interest In the play. but II
II dragged, away went her eyes to the
well dressed young man in the seat In
front. She returned such absent-mlnd-
ed answers to the remarks of the fellow
by her side, that ere the second act be-
gan he lapsed into q jealous silence,
broken only by the workings OF his
think hammer. He couldn't see much
pleasure in the show II his girl was 60
ing to sit there staring at another fell
low all the time-and he had fondly
imagined 1t q treat to take her there!
Yet there she was with eyes only for
the other fellow, and u stranger! He
wished he hadn't come, He'd never
done II before, but he believed he'd go
out after this act and take something.
He reached for his hat and started.
why. where are you going, WIZ"
She had come to.
Well, he sulked and sulked, finally
hurting out: do you spose I'm going
to stay here with you gawking at that
fellow all the time?"
She looked at him with a puzzled eS-
preston on her sweet face, which gave
wGy to amusement the next moment.
well, II you Amt the biggest goose!
I'm not struck on that fellow; it's on
that chrysanthemum he's got"
Now the florists have a new customer.
mo, sir; cycling ain't the sport It
used to be around here a few years
ago" The speaker, a well known rider
who has figured at the front in sew
eral local meets, had a regretful tone
to his remarks. Everybody has a
wheel now" he continued, land a pas
time has become ordinary travel. There
doesn't seem to be the pleasure in It
that there was when bicycle riding was
In its infancy-when you took n trip to
another town 1t meant something. Then
you met an occasional wheelman on the
road, exchanged greetings, often dis
mounting to relate Incidents OF your
trip or to give information about the
roads, receiving similar courtesles your
self. And when you rode into the town
you were always met by fellow cranks
who showed you around or rendered
some slight form Of entertainment,
making o feel glad that you came.
One thing l enjoyed, too, was the even
ing ride out to Roney's Point, or some
place out the pike, for supper. Steven
son, Riheldaffer, and the other jolly
fellows along, made a congenial crowd,
and the ride home in the dark or by
moonlight was so full Of fun we talked
about 1t for days afterward.
Now said he, as he turned to go,
III you meet another rider he don't even
speak, and you get the frigid stare as
you reach n strange town. And IL
you're out on the road after dark you
don't know but what the rider you meet
will rob you"
1t was all the fault Of the sign at the
Eleventh street store. The gentleman
from the country, although hilarious
from n Jag, was earnest in his inten-
tons. The sign read in big letters:
Umbrellas Recovered"
"Hey!" said he to the proprietor.
"Do you recover umbrellas?"
An affirmative answer a returned.
"Well, be gosh! I've lost two of 'em,
| an I'll give you one II you find 'em, so
help me hemlocks-whoop!"
And the proprietor had TO explain
that he wasn't conducting a detective
agency, but was in the umbrella re-
pairing business.
II citizens do q little thinking and
turn out next Saturday, Wheeling Will
be in a position to bring about needed
street improvements. That they are
needed none denies. But ask anyone
Interested in municipal affairs what he
meantth by street improvements" and
| prepare for a dissertation on sewers"
better paving" "curblng," drainage"
etc, etc. Ask him II street improve
ments include the emblazoning forth of
the names OF the highways and the by
ways SO that he who run may read
and your friend looks upon you as one
risen from the dead. Putting the names
Of the streets on the cornersl Why,
that was done years ago, mani Hasn't
your grandfather told you about 1t?
Then you wish you hadn't asked such
q foolish question, for you can find any
street you want ven II you don't know
its name. OF course, strangers can't,
but then that's their lookout, And II
Bellalre has recently gone to the eX-
pcnse, what moots Il? on the other
hand, look at Fulton!
Scan the columns of a country weekly,
and you can zee the fight the editor Is
making for his daily bread. Sand
WICKED between every Item. no matter
how small, Is the hungry wall Of a man
grown desperate after those things that
20 to hold flesh and bone together,
PAY up" Is thrust In the faces of de-
llnancnt subscribers every week and
literally speaking It can be read be-
tween the lines. Yet the poor editor
tells on; giving everybody in the neigh
borhood "a pun" when they go to the
next town for q day, when there's an
Increase to the family, when any II OF
them shakes OF this mortal coil, and
other things too numerous TO mention.
But II the barrels OF potatoes traded for
subscriptions arc few, how freely IN
showcrcd IN him the wayE-if not the
moans-to run n paper, They can all
tell him how TO do It.
That Isn't n dlnlcult problem anyway.
Here In Wheeling there nrc moro peo-
pie who can solve II than those who
can't. The humble reporter In told next
day that his paper forgot TO mention
Oh, How They Hurt.
Neuralgia pains aro often so acute,
that thcpoor sufferer becomes, almost,
hcn2Icd with Tho inlcngiLy of tho min,