Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1870-11-10
Selected miscellany.
BILL WILSON'S FIRST PLACE.


BY JACOB SAD.
suppose You know, said Bill that was
born IL london. You could tell that by
the queer shape of my uaderplnnlnRs -
there never WIS q oockney with straight
legs-as well "a some other characteristics.
On my tenth birthday my father took me
into the kitchen and said: BILLY, you re
ten years Old to-day, and | mean you shall
recoliect it's time you gave your mind to
something else beside knocking at people i
doors and running away" AuI with that
he gave me sueA q dose of leather beltas |
never had before. Perhaps WAS bad
boy. At all events | didn't go to school
that day; but knocked at all the doors /
coa!d and finally resolved to get Il place,
tor there was dignity about the half
starved errand boys trotting about the
streets, with paper caps on, that | longed
to attain TO. So | walked about the streets
of London till / came to the iron ratings
round Buckingham palace, in st. James
park.
''Ah T. shaking my little fist through the
fence, chow | would like to get up revolu-
ton and chop your head of - this speech
being intended for the Qleen, of course.
Hardly had uttered the last word, when
turned round aud found terribly big sen
tinel beside me. Expecting to be- immedi-
ately shot for my treason, l was unable to
STIR when the sentinel Numbered ut me:
you're nice young gent OF the lower
classes said he, ITO come round ere shak-
ing your fist at 'er majesty, and using sedi-
tious language Wot do you mean?"
With that the soldier took me by the
ear, and thought | should certainly new.
or see my mother again, and began to cry,
when deliyerauce came in the shape of my
first master. who stopped en his walk past,
told the soldier he would report him. and
asked me what | had been doing. His
was beautiful face. shall never forget
it--a little dandihed, perhaps, but open
and generous and sympathetic. repeated
my little speech. and be looked at me
thoughtfulIy and said
"Ah, my boy, II every boy in England
should grow up with such ideas. what
fearful future We would have. | will give
You place, my boy"
thought when heard this remark that
nay master was what they called a 'yision-
AIRY retormer, but when | followed him to
his room---a long way OF, in the old Jew
ery-I found he was only a young doctor
He had two rooms, "A front and back parl)r;
She front one the reception room, whore
WAS to stay, and the back one his dispen-
sary.
The very next morning after my engage
ment with him he called me into hls study,
and, having made me repeat my sediuous
speech AGAIN NJ which he laughed immod-
eratey he said:
"a boy with your revolutionary ideas
ought to be in one of the learned profess.
sons, Now, if you had some friend to
pay your expenses
II haven't" said promptly.
THAT Is the difference between you and
me-" said he, laughing again, My friends
pay all my bills, | suppose you axe not
afraid of dead people p
"Oh, no, said l. and that was, perhaps,
the first lie | ever told.
Because, If you are, he continued,
''you will never do for a doctor. lake this
note and this cloth and so to Gray's Inn
Hospital. and bring back what they give
You. You are quite sure you are not afraid
of dead people p
Yes, SIR said |, telling another flo
The fact is, I'm afraid Of dead people TO
this day; they are altogether too sugges-
tive. My master thereupop gave me a lit
tie note. folded mp like necksle, bus not
sealed. Notwlth anaieg my masters sc.
NAL manner, l strongly suspected that tie
note contained directions tor my own dis
section, and l therefore took the liberty ot
opening it in the first dark court / came to.
1t was simply al order TO give the bearer
preparation" But this did not satisfy
me. Tor how was l TO know that giving ne
4 preparation" might not, after all
be Latin for SHINING mo alive.
However, eager for the novelty,
i resolved to take the ris6
ana So, when l arrived at the hospital,
asked tall man TO ring the bell tor me,
went 10, and was directed to long, low
building IN the corner OF the yard. l push.
ga the door Of ,his place open, en,s red,
and the door CLOSED With heavy weight
no, half as heavy though, as my hear,
was when found myself IN the dead house,
alone, as | thought Two long rows o.
wooden benches like bat,eued doors on
trestles. were there, and on most OF them a
form, the ghastly outlines Of which tn
sheets couldnot entirely conceal. tried Il
pull the heavy door open, but my little