The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-07-22
HERE AND THERE.


never to fade;
Not mid the pomp and pride Of war, the
sight Of a nag to thrill
Just a death IN the damp and gloom OF
coal bank under the hill"
Cropping his way In the entry's dark,
battling the fatal air,
For mothers boy lay yet beyond, hero
asked not where:
Staggering, gasping, on he went, his life
light Rllmmering low,
without a fear for the dangers ahead, his
purpose all aglow.
Twas thus he died. a noble death, In un-
selfish sacrifice:
Not In the heat OF martial strife nor seek
ing vain glory's prize;
But losing his all in answering throbs OF
hearts that cried to save:
So Charles Seamon's name. hold, gems
the honor rolls Of the brave.
There is Il Market street stogle man
ufncturer that is now bearing arrows
and slIngs of the joker, the said Joker
being none other than Main street
stogie man, who for some time suffered
from the Kidding" of his Market street
friend. For they are friends Of intrIn-
sic worth to each other, although RE
walls in business. The Main street man
is now rejoicing over the trick of which
his Market street friend was the vic
tim the other day. a fact bringing sor-
row to the victim who prayed that his
friend would never catch on"
The two stogie makers are of CO.
terie Of congenial spirits. an original
member of which is BILLY" Booher, now
Of Ohio. but who was in the express
office on Main street until few years
ago Like the others, Booher Is prnc-
teal joker, hence his surprise on find
ing that the Market street purveyor OF
stogIes didn't recognize him when he
walked into the store this week, invit-
cd him to have n little fun on the side.
To all appearances BoOher was stran-
ger, especially to the cigar dealer who
Is near-s sighted. Booher called for a
mechanic" cigar. which sort OF nom
plussed Mr. Market Street, so rubbing
his hands nervously he offered his own
makes "lO-20s" and "Beautys." Fur
Their conversation ensued. yet Booher
wasn't recognized by his old friend.
Then Booher asked him II he wouldn't
like ito take Niger In" an invitation
the gang used when liquid refresh
ments were desired in the old days, and
which sounded strangely familiar, yet
the dealer didn't tumble to his custo-
mer.
Their talk drifted into Wheeling's in
dustries, especially stogies, and the ci-
gar man took great pains to enllghten
the strange on these facts. after which
he inquired II his customer were not a
manufacturer.
YES" replied Booher, II make
sponges."
'But / thought sponges grew"
"Oh, the rough kind do grow on
rocks" explained Booher. "but our fac
tory makes only the finer grades. Our
output last year was 450.00O,OO0 and
we will double 1t this year"
This took the cigar mans breath
away and he began to feel the import
ance OF entertaining the sponge mag
nate. After BoOher left he told his
next customer. an old acquaintance, OF
the sponge maker. adding that he be-
lieved he was looking around Wheeling
for a site for a branch factory. why.
man." screamed his auditor, don't you
know Billy Booher!"
When the Market street man dropped
in his favorite stopping place that even
ing his ears were assnlled on all sides by
How about sponges?" Growing des-
peratc, he laid down n Bryan dollar.
''Take what you want boys, but don't
tell Pete Muhl.,' he pleaded.
And Colonel MUM, hero Of the IA
nous CLOCK" story, and roasts on his
summer headgcaT from his Market
/ stree. competitor. soon heard OF the
"sponges" and is therefore q happy
man to-day.
In n hamlet down the river, on the
| Ohio shore. which might not be New
| Matamoras, Is q mayor. who, accord
| ing to the tales his friends relate con-
corning His Honor, is unique per-
sonnRe. His executive ability, wheth-
err dispensing Justice to the unwary
smasher Of town ordinances or in hand
/ ling the municipal reins in general. is
I nut forth In n manner truly original
and rivals Fulton's high functionnries
or the dlgnitaries in other small burgs,
where the mayors must come in as a
matter OF course. for caustic criticisms
and amusing tales. true or imaginary.
The Ohio town mayor Is n typical Teu-
ton: slow 70 move. but advancing like
the Irresistible Lnwton; stolld and
phlegmalc. yet coming down hard.
( Peacenblc. energetic and economical. he
represents one Of the best tributaries to
the stream Of American citizenship.
ljTummeth stopping over ulRnL IN lne
towns sole hotel come away with n
new stock OF yarns. Of which the mayor
Ia the chief figure. and when told in
good German dialect they shake the
sides Of cigar Indian.
One Of these f. n "nre story" Tho
little town has an occasional blaze and
the natives toss work. babies and ev-
erything else to the four winds, when
II occurs, Just as they do in Wheeling.
so you see the primitive exists In cer-
tain cities. II was at n fire In the Ohio
hamlet recently where the mayor show
ed his hand; likewise his presence Of
mind. 30 20 speak The afternoon had
almost wnncd through the village.
when the cry Of "hreI" nwOke the
slumbering echoes. In an instant con-
fusion reigned. There were appeals for
the little IRE engine stored Mt the may
0r's house. He came TO the door. Out
side was group of his constl enta.
pointing to the hillside. The mayors
brother was returning horseback from
the country. 4 happy thought sud
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