The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1902-01-31
IN idle MOMENTS.

- ing near the court house the
other day, when one of them called
attention to the ramshacltle buildings
that grace the east side of the public
square north Of Tuscarawas street.
One remarked that It was pity that
some of them had not been burned
down long ago as they were dis
grace to the city. The optimist was
there and he sprung new idea. Said
he:
mo, 1t 10 best the way It Is. II the
old buildings had been torn down
when they first became dilapidated,
they would have been replaced with
ordinary structures. AS 1t Is now,
Canton, has grown ard there is a de-
mand for something better. The prob
ability is that had new buildings been
built, they would have stood for so
years.. My opinion is that within
year or two immense business blocks
will so up there that will be a credit
to the town. 1t Is pretty good plan
to have some vacant building sites
near the center of town"
Everyone hoped that the prediction
would be verified.
A good police story has come to
light in connection with the capture
of Harry McClurg who was fined by
Mayor Robertson several days ago on
q charge of drunkenness. He was
also charged with having abused his
wife, but this was disproved. McClurg
gave the police quite chase and sew
eral shots were fired at him. He would
have escaped but for an accident when
he Unexpectedly fell into the hands of
another officer rs he was Sealing a
fence.
McClurg is considerably over six
feet in height and is of wiry build.
Officer Schlemmer attempted. to put
him under arrest on Tenth street on
Sunday night, but McClurg made
away with great speed. Schlemmer
fired after him several times, but the
fleeing man continued to chase down
the pike. Schlemmer blew his police
whistle, attracting the attention of
Officer Mortensen, who was standing
at another corner with a prisoner.
Mortensen saw a crowd running down
South street and he followed the ex-
cited mob, which turned into Cherry
street, McClurg had doubled on his
pursuer and was just dropping down
from the high board fence surrounding
the box factory, when Mortensen ap-
peared on the scene and gathered him
in.
There is nothing just now as expan-
sive as the combined smiles of the
ice man and the coal dealer. When
they meet they begin smiling a block
away.
They were three travellers, stained
and weary. They were anxious to get
TO Pittsburg, too, but they came rush
ing into the Fort Wayne depot just
about three minutes after the departure
of the last train leaving for several
hours
What times the train for Pitts
burg due?" one queried of the agent.
Just gone" was the officials la
comic reply, as he continued the work
CT making out daily reports.
THE deuce it has" vociferated the
trio in chorus, as their faces fell. And
then followed a rafting volley of
questions which made the agent, ac-
customed though he is to answering
all sorts of queries in breath, take
refuge behind his ticket case.
WELL If we had 'hiked' over from
the Valley depot, instead Of standing
around fifteen or twenty minutes wait
ing for a street car, we'd have made
It in time" remarked one of the par
ty philosophically.
"As it is there's nothing to do but
wait it out. Let's go up town and get
a drink"