Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-11-06
SQUAN CREEK FOLKS.

SQuan Greek 'OaZetCe.'
We regret to announce that Bobby,
the o-year-old SON of Robert Hen
derson, our justly popular butcher and
general hustler, had a. fall on the side
walk the other day and skinned his
nose. OF such is the Kingdom of
Heaven, and Mr.. Henderson will con-
tinue to sell fresh aud salt meats at the
lowest price.
1t was reported around town Monday
afternoon that Mrs. Aaron Schmer-
horn, wife of our courteous and big
hearted blacksmith had broken two
ribs while leaning over to dip water
out Of the rain-barrel Our reporter
hurried to the house and found the re-
port false. 1t probably arose from the
fact that she cut her foot on piece
of broken glass the same day. She
has assured us that she will be at
prayer-meeting Thursday night as
usual, though she may limp a little.
Let us thank Providence for her mar
row escape.
Last week, in mentioning the various
new enterprises on foot in Squan
Greek, we stated that Richard Spooner
would build $500 addition to his
beautiful residence on Lobster avenue.
Mr.. Spooner has called at the Gazette
office to make a correction. Instead of
building an addition to his house, he
Is going to tear down and entirely re-
construct his pig-pen. The plans and
specifications provide for all modern
conveniences, and no money will be
spared to make it an ornament to the
village. Next fall, in case a business
boom follows the war, Mr. Spooner
may change the 7x9 panes Of glass in
his mansion for SX1O's.
Among the exciting incidents of last
week was the alarm of fire, caused by
Mrs Charles Longman setting fire to
an old straw bed in her back yard. AS
the dark smoke bllowed to Heaven
and the lurid flames stretched forth
their fiery tongues in every direction,
the cry of 'Fire!" rang out DER the
peaceful landscape, and in five min
utes the entire population Of the town
was ON hand to perform deeds Ct valor.
No harm was done beyond trampng
down few cabbages The fire-bell
was rung by Mr.. Shakespeare Jones,
and the GOODNESS and placidity dis
played by him in so doing is the talk
of the town.
Her screams alarmed the neighbors,
and they rushed in and laid her on
the lounge and sent for Doctor Dan
forth. He found the victim badly
bruised but with no homes broken, and
predicts that she will be about again
in two weeks. 1t was indeed a narrow
escape from death, and we cannot re-
press a shudder as we tender our con-
CALCULATIONS. There are times when
feather beds become meraces to life
and limb, and they cannot be handled
too carefully.
Two or three weeks ago Mr.. Henry
White, who is, without doubt, the most
accomplished cooper in this State, if
not in America. bought bottle of
hartshorn for family use. 1t was placed
on the clock shelf. and two or three
days ago, while Mrs. White was tenn
porarily absent from the house, young
Herbert climbed up and got possession
of the bottle. Later on he was found
in the back yard and had got the cork
out and was about to drink the con-
tents for lemonade. With wild shrek
of terror the mother dashed forward
and wrested the deadly bottle from his
innocent hands. and then fell uncon-
scious. Our reporter was almost in
stantly on the spot, as he always is,
but the grim spectre of death had
spread his wings and gone in search of
other prey. That is, young Herbert
had been drawn back from the edge
Of the grave. 1t is far from our pur-
pose to blame Mrs. White, whose her.
oism is beyond question, but we must
say that there is warning in this in
cident. Folks who keep hartshorn in
the house can't be too careful of it,
One gulp of it and young Herbert
would have been with the angels.
We had the pleasure of meeting Mr.
Thomas Longfellow as he was on his
way to prayer-meeting Thursday even
ing, and he informed us that he had
bought two kegs of paint and gallon
and half of oil. and should begin
painting his house next Monday. He
will paint it a peagreen, and if times
continue fair. will also make new
gate for the front fence. Such evil
dences of prosperity make us rejoice,
and we are only too glad to chronicle
them.
It is our sorrowful duty to chronicle
a nainf,l1 accident tn Mrs Daniel