The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-01-29

n fogs In dear old Lunnon" don't re-
suit In many an amusing experience,
they won't bear comparison with the
Ohio valley article. Owing to the heavy
fog and mist that hung over this vic!n-
ity recently, lady who lives up town
made natural mistake while returning
from visit to some South Side friends.
At the conclusion OF her call that even
ing she inquired the nearest point to get
street ca- and was told TO so to the
corner below. Now, the street car line
on the South Side performs several gy-
rations before 1t reaches Benwood.
From Market 1t slides up Twenty-sec-
ond to Chapllne, and runs along the lat
ter to Thlr,y-third. where 1t prefers to
| jog along Eoff, then seeks Jacob at
Forty-thlrd. This devious course led
our friend to make the inquiry as TO the
nearest point TO get car. Maybe the
fog led her: Il did lead her, however, to
| the tracks. where the few scattered
lights but dlmly pecred through the
| murky night air. AT those tracks she
waited for her car. Patiently waited,
as minute succeeded minute, and when
nearly, sixty Of them had passed by, she
began to think that the power" was Off
for the night. Indeed she was becom-
ing alarmed for around her everything
was SO still. and 1t was growing late.
The rails In front of her gave no sign OF
an approaching car; they looked SO
moist that she Involuntary shivered.
Despair overlook her. She was getting
frightened. Would the car never come?
But there! Look, II comes! She almost
cried for Joy. and her eyes were raised
in thankfulness-when, at, the dsap-
polntment OF 1t ail-the cleaning head
light and the choo-choo OF the Balti-
more &: Ohio engine coming up the
track were too much for her. Poor wo-
mani She tainted. Kind hands carried
her into nclghborlng house, and the
ambulance was called.
Wheeling Is now in the throes Of the
knight OF the mitts, and the roped
arena, and many in this city were in
tcrestcd in the showing "Yank" Ken
ney. former Sixth ward boy, made
against Peter Mahcr, the Great. As is
known TO the sportively inclined, Peter
smote him hip and thigh in less time
than 1t takes to tell It. But 1t Is OF
"Bandy" Johnston, another Sixth
ward rustler. OF which the depo-
ncnt wlsheth to speak. Years
ago. when the ward in which ca
Mines flee from "Schooney" Bero. held
terrors for policemen and all natives of
distant precincts. there were two boys
who were bound to be on top. II
"Yani" Kenncy couldn't do the other
boy, his side partner and old college
chum. "Bandy" Johnston. helped him.
They were the warmest, babies In the
bunch, and as soon as they showed war;
like tendencies other boys took sudden
leave. That was years ago. and "Yank"
got sudden fame since and his name In
the papers. "Bandy" Is now In the city
workhouse, but few days ago, hear
ing of his old friends aspiration for
championship shoes, he solicited con-
ference with Mayor Butts. during
which Dandy" stated his willingness
to try n four round preliminary with
"Yank" Kenney, and said he: III you
let me go, mayor, I'll go on with Yank.
and Il don't put him out In four rounds
I'll come back and finish my sentence"
This offer went down the hillside with
out effect, but, however. "Bandy"
needn't he Jealous. as his old friend is
now Of the past.
Stolen fruits are the sweetest, Is n
saying true In probably every sense.
The old saying is brought to mind In
tho popularity of chicken fighting, for
there Is q fascination about the secret
assemblage of tho fanclers in some
secluded resort outside the city limits.
Previous TO the affair, the word Is pass
ed around with strict Instructions TO
keep mum, and as men are truly sup
posed to keep secret, the police are
kept In the dark. 1t Is always In the
winter time, for the feathercd sparrers
aren't in fit condition during the warm
er months. The evcntful night arrives.
and by divers routes ard equipagcs the
sccnc-gencrally n barn-is reached.
All natlonalltics, all classes of men are
represented. The lanterns show an au-
dicrcc of excited spectators with hats
pulled down and coat collars turned up,
with eyes cleaning hotly on the tan
bark pit, where the ROSTERS with their
steel gans do their utmost to kill each
other to the odlilcator or the sorrow
of the fellow by your side. At last It's
over. Maybe your pockets are filled,
probably depleted. Then comes the re-
turn home In the cleaning along the
country road. 1t doesn't do to say you
were at n bnll. This excuse doesn't 20,
Those muddy shoes give You away, and
your dreams are too much about "the
blacl,-rcd."- or that "silvcr-gray."
A mother may preach. and father
may WELD his good right arm. but those
efforts fall in convincing the young.
hopeful that his hand should remain a
safe distance from the sugar bowl, COM
pared with the influence the kids
teacher cxcrts on him during his first
year at school, After the first year, his
teacher doesn't seem creature OF an
other world. lie grows bigger and has
older companions. and It Is then a con-
ccrted scheme 0f his and his chums TO
get the best Of the fair wleldcr OF the
birch and rult. Bit In the Innocence OF
his first year at school, the boy In like
putty. ETc can be moulded just So 4
chubby lIttlc fellow coming home from
the Fifth ward school yesterday vowed
never more ITO monkey with the sugar
bowl" For lie said: Teacher told US to-
day about q boy named Tommy. He
ct 20 much sugar wunist at the bugs IN
hccS got after him. Men he run out
,loora. n the sun come down stroEg. m
melted him UP, SOS he run down the
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