The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-04-30

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Lot Bili-tmi the nag unfrrled.
Then you'd orto. heercd him yell,
Bout BLOWN. Spain to--oh. well
Bill cuSscd. 80 yBeldomAthAtI Ws
Bet IL never reached the sky.
Sober. steady. neryy Bill
oh, we chetred him with a will!
An tho women took on ,Ho.l
That a Teller had no show.
Specially. the grocery crowd
Ne AMONG 'em-who, had lowed
They'd smash Spain In bits, ifthey
Sul o. Congress. had the say. C4tqt
Now Bills at the front. an We
Why. we're at the grooer-ee,
Brave boy that he was, he rusied 20
the call for volunteers and inscribed
his name on the Moundsville ,ccmpany.s
roll. His mothers protests, his sisters
entreaties and the pleadlngs OF his only
one. went gllmmering against his de-
termination to whaek 1t to Spain on
land or sea. Sad TO relate. after q
two-days sojourn. under the impress
sion OF being q full fiedged recruit, there
came the governors cruel order reVok.
ing the recent enlistments. and on went
the Wheeling youths head Into the bas-
ket 1t was a shattering blow TO his
cherished hopes. And 10, come back to
Wheeling. like a haif-drowned rat,
getting the laugh where two days ago
he had been given a farewell In oil sin
certify. Rather than undergo the or
deal he thought OF suicide. No. there
was her to live for. His only one-nh,
how she would weep in the fullness OF
her Joy at his coming back! The
thought made him a new man, and his
chest filled out with the buoFancy OF
delight.
She had taken the parting hard. In
fact, rs he remembered It, II her arms
had clung 10 his neck two minutes lon
ger the Moundsville train would have
left him behind on the porch that
eventful Sunday evening. Now, he
would surprise her. for the governors
decree was something girls wouldn't
know OF. He had to go home first and
spruce up" then swoop down and
capture her by q skilful surprise, as he
had fondly dreamed OF doing to q
| Spanish prize freighter. Recovering
from the ecstatlc greetings OF his
mother and sister, and barely recover
ing from the excess OF his favorite cake
| they showered on him. he dopned his
best civilian garments, and under the
helpful shadows gl!ded up to the Island
home. The rays from the parlor lamp
| spoke OF a rapturous evening. Her faith
| err would surely be lenient Il the return-
ed volunteer stayed this time until mid
| night. There were low voices inside,
probably one OF her girl friends had
called. But he braced himself and gave
the door bell q nervous pull. Then he
waited.
Another rank at the bell, mor Wig
orously. She came. She saw. She
wllted. The valiant youth rushed to a
deed OF arms. Family screaming. she
waved him back. But he Insisted. de-
spite her struggles Suddenly releasing
herself. and catching her breath, she
| spoke IN undertones. and with traces OF
agitation: "Oh, George thought It was
your ghost!"
do I look Ike one?"
mo. MOI" she trembled forth. "but
then I was never expecting you back
so soon. and I'd Ike to ask you in the
parlor awfully well, butsl can't really.
You know you hate Will Bradley so.
and he's In there now"
They were in the hall way, but the
youth had backed out toward the steps.
Under the hanging lamp she could see
his Jaws hardening. Something like q
groan came from between his gritting
teeth, as he slowly retreated- She. could
not speak, but reached forth her hand.
Too late. he was passing out the door.
He could speak. however. and speak
harshly.
do you remember our fond fare
well last Sunday EVENING""
"Oh, George. don't cay that. How
could I know you'd be back almost the
next day."
But he had gone.
Great times bring forth great men.
The man OF the present hour is an in
quisitive individual, and surely his time
can't be for long. His by-word and
password is What do you think OF the
WARP" This expression in his hands
becomes o weapon that for shattering
nerves, annthilat!ng patience. and pro-
voking profanity has never been eS-
| a. W AN
liam. or the Cuban machete.
What do you think about the WARP"
Not, and more reasonably. How much
do you think about the war" but
what do you think OF it." A lesser
| satellite OF misery Is whats the la-
test about the war;" and this has its
limits; for It creates the belief that
| some people think that hostilities are
guaged like a weather thermometer,
whose mercury goes up and up on q
| sultry day, and down and down when
marble hearts throb in the atmosphere.
But all fade into deris!on beside What
do you think about the WARP"
And now, patient reader, prithee an
syer. Prize rebus winners barred.
West Virginia has trees. Regretful-
~, It must be added, to burn, for the
| timber in recent years has to q consid-
cradle extent gone up In smoke. so
that like the vestIge OF the buffalo tribe
a large timber strip has become valu-
able In a historical sense. Education
along this line has wisely prevented
wholesale devastation, and speaking of
education and trees brings to the light
OF the printers type. the answer Of a
Washington school juvenile. and q stu
dent OF less tender years. The Juvenile
was questioned on West Virginia trees.
and speaking from memory named all
he knew, among them the dogwood.
His teacher, feeling certain all children
know OF the dogwood's blossoms, asked
him what grew on the tree. He thought
OF fruit, and OF leaves, and finally his
eyes Frightening, he jerked out, pup
by blossoms"
1t was q girl in her teens at the
West Liberty normal school, who. fear
Ing O failure in being unable to enum-
crate many kinds OF trees, named oak,
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