The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-04-22
THE MAN WHO FELT SAD.

He entered a hardware store on Wood
ward avenue, about ten o'clock Saturday
morning. And taking seat by the
stove, he beckoned to the proprietor
and said:
ssSit down here, I want to soeak with
you"
He was man who looked sad from
the crown of his hat to the sole of his
boots. There were deep carelines on
his face, his eyes were red and anxious
looking, and his tattered overcoat was
drawn in at the waist by wide leather
belt.
'sCan we do anything for you to-day?"
asked the merchant as he sat down.
The sad man slowly wiped his nose,
slowly turned around and slowly re-
piled:
ssSir, it makes me feel sad when re-
fleet that we have all got to die!'
"Yes-um," replied the merchant.
christopher Columbus is dead,
continued the sad man, 'sand who feels
bad about it-who sheds tear over his
loss? He is gone, and we shall see him
no more on earth You or I must soon
er or later follow him, and the world
will go on just the same
"Then you don't want anything to
day?" queried the merchant after
painful pause.
sAnd King James is dead.' exclaimed
the sad man, wiping his nose again.
els anybody weeping over his loss?
Don't folks laf and laf, and don't the
world go on just the same? Sir, it may
not be week before you and I will be
called upon to rest from the labors of
life. Doesn't it make you feel sad
when you think of it?"
s'Of course we've all got to de-" re-
piled the merchant, as he tossed stray
nail over among the eight pennies.
"Andred Jackson is dead continued
the sad man, tear falling on his hand.
eyes, Andrew has been gathered, and a
good man has gone from among us.
Were you acquainted with him? ?"
81 believe not, ;" was the answer.
"Well, he was fine man, and many
a night have laid awake and cried to
think that he would be seen no more
among us forever. Yet do you hear any
wailing and sobbing? You or I may be
the next to go, and the world Will move
on just the same as if we had never
lived"
''The world can't, of course, stop for
the death of one man, no matter how
great, said the merchant.
''That's what makes me sad-that's
why [ weep these tears - answered the
man, wring1ng his long, peaked nose
with vigorous grief civilian Penn is
dead. Once III a great while hear
some one express sorrow but as gen.
eral thing the world has forgotten him
with The rest. Don't it make you feel
sad when you reflect that you will never
see him again2 Don't you feel like cry
ing when you think he has gone from
among us?"
81 never have time to think of these
things" answered the merchant fond
ling the coal stove-shaker
''And Shakespeare's gone, tooI ex
claimed the man, his chin quivering
with agitation, eve may sigh, and sigh,
and wish, and wish, but poor Shaky
will never be seen moving with us
again! They have laid him away to
sleep his long sleep, aud a bright lamp
has been extinguished forever"
''Well, did you want anything in the
line of hardware?" asked the merchant, as
he rose up.
''Can you speak of hardware to me at
such time as this ?'' exclaimed the SAD
man. Knowing my sad feelings, see
ing these tears and listening to my
broken voice, can you have the heart to
try and force hardware upon me?'
The merchant went over to his desk,
and the sad man wrung his nose again
and went out.