The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-12-30
The CIDER WAS SWEET

LairusVllle correspondence o. kNe
New York Sun: 1t was too rainy last
Thursday afternoon for lafayette
Jones to stack his hop poles, 90 he
took his prize trottiug stallion. wilkes
Booth 5;ss. up to Bill Kitchens black
smith shop to get the animals shoes
sharpened trihe. on arriving ct the
shop he found Bill with one hind foot
Of Deacon orville Hopper's bay mare in
his lap.
Hello Bnl" said Lafayette, as he
led his trotter into the shop, what ye
doln'?"
"Hemstltchln a pocket hnncherkeef
fur my wlres Christmas present. Can't
ye see?"
"WHl yes. KIN see: but sometimes l.
sees bias. / 'sposed ye was chiropodiE-
in piece o boss flesh; but ns the poit
says: Things amt alters as they seeEn,'
Hemstltchin' handkerchief, be We?
You'd ought to Join Deacon orville
Hopper's SEWN circle. Mighty lively
times they have down there to Deacon
Itopper's." and Lafayette chuckled.
"Dldn't know ez there was anythin'
lively about the deacon. but his boss
flesh. returned the blacksmith. "Thls
IS putty consld'able boss of his I'm
worFin' onto now"
so 1t is," agreed Lafayette Jones
inter q careful survey Of the animal
~ putty considerable boss. Yes. the
dracon's putty smart Judge o boss
E-fesh-an' other things" he added after
pause. and chuckled again.
Lafayette Jones. said BILL solemn
ly, 81 hope you amt scandal monger-
In no tales about our good Deacon
Hopper an SEWN circle"
1T want the deacon; twas the sew
in circle in combination with the Hop
per brand o temperance. You know
Deacon Hopper runs cider mill. but
makes 1t a special pint to have every
body draw their cider of his place be-
fore It begins to Torment. He says that
fermentation is all microbes an wlles
OF Satan an it shan't do no business on
his premises. Wal. he's right too. I'm
a temperance man myself; made a
speech on the subject once in the old
red school-house that brought tears to
the eyes OF tn? wlddered an father
less. But now Just wait til tell ye
about the deacon. got the story from
my wife. who, to tell the truth. was IN
viewed In the Gisgraccfu! doin's. She
want goIn to tell about 1t, but her
sense o humor got the best Of her Sc
crecy, an she up an told me.
"Ye see last week a Friday the sew
In society met up to the deaeon's.
Twas a nice afternoon, an there was
n lot OF EN- there. Aour folks all went.
an Smiths folks an Browns an the
huh crowd o stoneses an Deans, an
Thomases, an putty considerable be-
sides too numerical to mention. They
sewed an stitched an cut yoke an
bias an polenay an redIngote. An
them other fancy stItchln's until bout
three p. M. an then they was a hand
round. An all eat hearty mess o
corn beef sandwiches. oHe-two- three
four cake. an bean coffee Then come
SEWN agin, an all went well until
bout four p. m. They all begin get
tin dreadful thirsty The corn beef
got in its work big. an water didn't
seem to be much relief, Jest then who
should come in but the deacon, an ar
ter the customary 'Haow do-Haow do
-Haow do all round. Miss sukey
Thomas she spoke up peart an says:
Deacon says she, Amt sc got no
sweet cider? Were in a horrid state
o thirst. an little jest-made cider
would be mercy
"The deacon hesItated a minute, an
then my wife insists that all Of sud.
dnt his face kinder lighted UP an he
wlnRed to hlsself.
Wall, ladies'. he says, its a leetle
late in the season fur the gineral run,
he says, but now come TO think Il
over they is jest one barrel left out to
the mill. an can testify that Il Isl
nice an sweet as honey. I'll Jest bring
in n little for you 10 try an maybe
your testify along with me consarnin
Its harmless excellence,
wall. now, BIZ, what do ye 'spose
that pIous deacon done? Deliberately
an'-as courts has 1t. with malice
aforethought and aforesad-he went
out to where he had barrel Of cider
that had been left out an froEe hard.
You know what that means The wa
Ter froze solid, an the nice, sweet.
smooth, Hey alcohol was all left in the
centre OF the ice. This good old Chris
tIan Teller got a auger, bored through
the ice an drawed of milk pail full
o. that concentrated Juice o happiness
an fetched 1t in to them trustIn' old fe-
male women. with face as calm an
holy as he ever wore while handIn'
raound the election plate.
There, ladies'. he says, try that an
testify !.
wal. they tried It. an golly, they
tried agln'. Wife says twas the sweet
est. smoothest stuff she ever drinked.
1t went down like syrup an set as easy
MS soothin' syrup. An then, after they
had tried the louder they testified, an
all OF suddint the deacon said Uuth-
In bout bavIn to see Teller, an he
skipped out an left 'em tcstifyln' as
loud as n mee,in' house full OF MethO-
dlsts With the power on. tell We that
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