The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1902-05-20
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The refuse of your excellent corps Of
correspondents from Freed. Zeke
bro' ght him out this morning and
he's sleek as n politician, and his tail
stands up as straight as the hair ou
Elliott Chenoweth's head, and | don't
believe there ever was such q come
out to anything Size Ward come out
for the Legislature. Billy never
would have been knocked out il that
cussed Rsmbler hadn't took ad-
vantage of my ignorance last fall,
when | contracted for his wintering
j thought all the time that he was I,
feed him beer bottles in solution, and
didn't know the meaning of "dilu.
tion," and The durn cheat fed hiH
nothing but raw bottles. Zeke
thought he had MARBLES urGer his
skin and went to diggin' after 'em
and dug out II dozen whole beer bot
ties-lf the Rambler hadn't got the
beer" on them bottles as bad as he
did OH me, 1T would have been mighty
strong circumstansial evidence
against Billy for raidin' them speak
easies.
Mr. Editor, I've done quite a bit
of trampin' around since / came up
from the deep silence of a winters
sleep, and miss the old familiar cir.
cumstances when l visit the old fa.
mill ar places. Age, change and
passing away" seems to be written
on everything, except the unchanged
heart, and disposition of af the way.
ward, wandering Felix.
stood iotk,y where the road from
the "hill country" forms junction
with Straight creek, and | could bat
exciaim, "Hail solitary ruins, sacred
memories and silent walls" Here
once was busy Mart, place of op.
ulance, and "horn Of plenty" but
like Babylon, Asyria, Macedonia and
Rome, its magniticence, wealth and
people are gone, even their language
is remembered but family. Cold
formalities, draught and restitution
greet me like modern Sahara dane
ing her desert waliz. Where is the
genial Oliver? Alone, all alone,
and possibly singing, as Of yore-
fake me home blessed Saviour. Ia Ike
me home" Where is Lon ? He too.
has drifted with the current of the
Little kanawha that natural feed
er of Parkersburg-and gone into the
hungry craw Of that greedy city
Where is Asa? Out West blowing
up with the country. Where is JEFF
aud Tom and Dow and the Reverend
AMI all those dear friends with whom,
in time past, have held sweet con
verse, and drank from the sams foun
tanr Drifting away like stray
leaves that know not from whence
the rude storm has blown them.
And where, o where is Uncl,
Jack "Only waiting till the shad
ows have a little longer grown" Fl,
has past the Octogenary mile ston,
on iiiss' rough highway. Soon h,
} wiilknoe k at the door of that "s,
lent way-side inn" and IL the onl,
monument TO his memory, that woulc
catch the eye of a stranger, be tina
mound of empty beer bottles, he vii
be 10 Felix the one Of remembran
long after he has staked hts claim il
that country "where the wicked ceas
from troubling"
Ii might not have been the short
est road, but took it all the same
up by Berry Hought's. Berry don
know me very we'll and thought
might be able 30 contract some sem
Ieke ia going TO dig and get IS cen
shirt in advance, but Berry sal
, Chronicle correspondents had roote,
over the ground until there would b
no lang and il any of them stuc
him for shirts, il would be one tha
wore short sleeved SHIRTS. Then,
- tho't Calhoun better thanWfrt, an
got into 1t in a hurry, and had nc
. been over the line five minutes till
:. struck the daradest squad of Demo
Gratis I've sten since the Stale conye
ton, pretendin' to work the road
n and tslkiD' politics. They we're car
& vsssing the County Clerks nominl
G ton when struck them. don
p know VIM the candidates are, b,
y somebody resrluicd tbst a life.ttn
o was long enough for soy body u hol
q u, and they eli voted AYE. Their
e they all with one consent" went
a the Legislature, and by hoky
&c looked for a ii me like they didn
j. know whore they we're, When they g,
,r there, until that wide mouihed Ds