The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-08-13


oh, Shades OF Nlnety.Eight
With better hopes for Fair Time,
Whose reign q next TO date.
The postage stamp Is one thing. and
the revenue stamp IS another. The
difference Is better known to a Beliaire
girl now than 1t was few weeks ago,
and a personal acquaintance prevents
a lifting Of the curtain too high on the
humiliation she endured when the light
Of knowledge dawned on her. Recently
she met a wheeling young man. and
favorable impression was mutual; IN
other words, they were somewhat
struck on each other, The young man
asked TO call. and she was delighted
Shortly afterward he wrote, asking her
to name an evening when he might IA
Vor her with his presence. Two days
later the Bel1aIre postmaster informed
| him that q letter addressed to him
would be forwarded from the Bellaire
office by sending on two-cent stamp.
This was done, and the Wheeling
youth noticed that the girl had used
revenue stamp. In her letter she asked
him to come down Friday evening, but
1t was now Saturday. Again he wrote
to her. but he didn't mention the rea-
son for her letter being delayed, and
again the Bellnlre postmaster requested
a two-cent stamp. This was sent him,
and again on the forwarded letter the
young man noticed that she had used
a revenue stamp instead OF the one
Uncle Sam calls for in such cases. She
had asked him down this time on Tues
day evening. but It was wednesday
now. He wrote to her again but inti-
mated that postage stamps could De
used to advantage Il she wished to see
him before September, when ne re-
turned to college. Poor girl! Her hui
initiation al her mistake in using reve-
nue. stamps was touching. But the
third time told the tale, for he got her
letter without the postmaster nibblng
in, and after two weeks OF worry and
correspondence with the postmaster a
youth VIII be entertained by a Bellaire
girl tomorrow evening.
A bookkeeper was telling some friends
the other night of the experience of a
man who asked for "tin roof at a
swell cafe at seaside resort. The
bartender confessed his ignorance OF
any such decoction as a "tln roof" but
arabic man that he was, agreed to mix
II IL his customer would tell him how.
| After some persuasion the customer
consented. He directed the "barkeep"
through several mixtures Of brandy,
| ice, soda, ETC., until he cried enough.
''That's a tin roof" remarked the man
In front of the bar as he fondled the
glass, land It's on the house." he con-
cluded, as he pouredNits contents down
| his throat.
Listening to the bookkeeper getting
| off this story was a man who saw =
Klondlkc in store for his dusty throat
and dustless pocketbook, and In few
minutes he was leaning against Mar
ket street bar, and calling for tin
roof" He added that he would be
willing to explain how to Ak up the new
drink. But alas, for his hopes, The
| barkeeper glared at him suddenly.
Come up here. old man" he growled,
| with plain English. don't know
what a tin roof Is nor don't want to
know" And the man in front OF the
bar retreated sadly through the swing
ing doors.
Riding on street car gets monot-
onous when continued like any other
old habit but there are amusing breaks
to the drea= landscape of sameness. A
conductor sees several things out OF the
corner Of his eye which help to dispell
the gloom 6f routine, but sensible fell
low that he generally is he keeps a
still tongue In his head, and II impossl-
BILE to control his rislbIlitles, he turns
| his head away to gaze back at the re-
| treating street. He laughs out loud
sometimes; he can't help It. He laugh
ed on Thursday afternoon as his Ben
wood car limited at Forty-thlrd street,
| at the question put to him by an old
Irish woman, whose emerald ribbons In
| her hair and dress spoke louder than
| her words that she was bound for the
| HIbernlans' picnic at Mozart Park. AT
Forty-thlrd street the car halted. and
the old lady called the conductor to her
side as she gazed M at the park incline,
which seems to start up perpendicular
| almost from the ground to the hill top
beyond With one eye on the cnnduc-
tor md the other on the hlllslde-for
It was her first visit to the park-sha
| said: "Wud we Place til me how much
| II costs to ride up on that side show
beyant?" She meant the incline, but
didn't know It by that name. Then It
was that the conductor laughed loud.
A little over n year ago George ".
stamm, proprietor Of the stamm house,
originated an Idea whereby the river
bank In front of his hotel became a
thing OF beauty and Joy as long as It
lasts. In n remarkably short time he
converted the clnder-covered ground
| into a mark. Shade trees. green
sward and rasttul benches loaned up In
a picture OF ease and refreshing rest to
tho eyes OF the passengers on the pass
ing steamboats,. Mr.. Siamm was voted
| a public henefactor. But this summer
the trees and grass grow by the river
bank. but the benches are not there.
ono summer was too much for the rcd
nnlnteI reclining seats. Too many
Ioafers, but chiefly too many lovers re-
suited in Mr.. stamm's removing the
benches from the park. His guests had
10 blush too often while the benches
were there, for even the most callous
old benedIct's cheeks viii redden
thinking OF his youth. ns he gazes out
to the river front, where two hearts
beat as one on park bench. and where
an ardent arm spans slender waist
And the electric lights lowered DER 1t
all. So the benches were called In this
summer
The East End boasts Of an inventive
genius. How 10 wear boil in society
has LONG becn n problem, and 1t remain
ed for the East wheeling man to solve.