Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-07-31
MCCARTNEY WAS CRUSHED
An Occasion On Which He Couldn't
Say a Word.

Chicago Record.
McGarvey and Sheahan were sitting
at small table In Mr.. McGarvey's
glittering buffet.
1t was a dull evening and the two
men at the table sat looking at their
beverages and humming "come-all-
yes very softly Mr. Sheahan had
sung "The Dear Irish Maid with great
effect, and Mr.. McGarvey had sung:
LAS l wan-thered out one chewing,
Twas Il the month of May"
McGarvey and Sheahan were in that
tender and sentimental mood engen-
dered by good fellowship and the
proper portions of pale Glinlevit and
water
The front door stood wide open, and
there came in from the street a broad
chested man in crumpled blue suit
and negligee shirt He approached
the brass railing with the air of one
who knew what he wanted. Mr.. Nc
Garvey heaved a sigh at the call OF
duty and slowly walked to his place
behind the bar.
Mr.. McGarvey, with a practiced
Eduu Stut Tic sinai glass Ou
the polished bar. He pushed out a
dripping chaser and then with his
left hand lifted the black bottle from
! it's coy nest in the cracked ice, deity
removing the cork as he did so.
The customer dropped half-dollar
OF the bar. The coin rocked and
| jingled merrily.
Mr. McGarvey reached for the piece
of money. Then he paused to watch
the customer, who was pouring drink.
The customer poured and poured.
When he paused the alcoholic bubbles
Of the high-grade stuff were winking
at the brim.
Mr.. McGarvey drew palpable smirk
at his old friend, Mr.. Sheahan, at the
| small table. Then he leaned across
| the bar and said to the customer, in a
confidential manner: 'Wouldn choo
| like to have a moog to dthrink it out
| OFF,
The customer let go of his majestic
drink and stared at Mr. McGarvey, who
wore the impressive countenance of a
man who has done something clever
and doesn't want to be proud about
it. The customer spoke.
| "Say-you!" he began. ''You-you
bleareyed old tad! Do you see what's
on your bar there? There's a flfty-cent
piece I'm takin' a drink here, under
stand? I'm takin' the kind of a drink
II want-see? If 10 cents amt enough
! for this drink, you take out %, and if
that amt enough you take out S.. I've
made good on your bar here to the ex-
tent of so cents, and I'll pour any size
drink | want. You're here to serve me-
You're simply rum-seller; that's all
you are. Get busy with that money"
The stranger threw off the drink and
scorned the chaser"
| Mr.. McGarvey picked up the half
dollar and turned to the cash register.
He had a meek and chastened air. He
rang up Is cents.
The stranger poked the change into
his pocket without counting it and
started out
He walked slowly with his chest we'll
advanced and the shoulders thrown
back Mr. McGarvey stood behind the
ibar with a towel in his hands. He
watched the big man disappear. His
Hover Jaw had fallen and he seemed to
forget the presence of his old friend
!Sheahan. Mr.. Sheahan picked up a
newspaper and pretended to be read
ing.
Mr.. McGarvey walked back to the
Ismall table and sat down. He rubbed
4 his nose thoughtfully and shook the
piece of ice in his glass. Finally hs
yspoke:
"Shayan," he said, I'D "a give the
joint if l cud "a tho't somethin' to say
to that big guy"