The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1875-04-30
The Man Who Felt Sad.



He entered hardware store on Wood
ward avenue about ten o'clock Saturday
morning, and taking a seat by the stove. he
beclzoned to the proprietor and said:
s'Sit down here-I want to speak with
you."
He was man who looked sad from the
crown of his hat to the toes of his boots.
There were deep care lines on his face, his
eyes were red and anxious looking, and his
tattered overcoat was drawn in at the waist
by wide leather belt.
s'Can we do anything for you to-day?"
asked the merchant as he reluctantly sat
down.
| The sad man slowly wiped bis nose, slow
" turned around, and slowly replied to
him:
s'Sir it makes me feel sad when | reflect
that we have all got to die!'
| 'Yes-nm."
| christopher Columbus is dead ~ con-
tinued the sad man, 'and who feels bad
about it-whe sheds a tear over his loss?
He is gone, and we shall never see him
more You and must sooner or later fol
low him, and the world will go on just the
same"
''Then you don't want anything to-day?"
| queried the merchant after painful
pause.
'And King James is dead!' exclaimed
the sad man, wiping his nose again. 'Is
| 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 will be called upon to rest
from the labors of this life. Doesn't it
make you feel very sad when you think of
it -
''Of course, we've all got to die" replied
the merchant as he tossed q stray nail over
among the eight-pennies.
"Andrew jackson is dead,' continued
the sad man, tear falling on his hand.
eyes, Andrew has been gathered, and
good man has gone from among us. Were
you acquainted with him p
81 believe not"
"Well, he was fine man, and many
night have laid awake and cried to think
that he would be seen among us no more
forever. Yet, do you hear any wailing and
sobbing? Does anybody seem to care
cent whether Andrew Jackson is dead or
living? You or may be the next to 60,
and the world will move on just the same
as if we had never lived ?''
oe r. 4,
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,
wringing his long, peaked nose with vigor-
our grief. civilian Penn is dead. Once
in great while hear some one express
sorrow, but as a general thing the world
has forgotten William with the rest. Don't
it make you feel sad when you reflect that
you will never see him again? Don't you
feel like crying when you think he has
gone from among us?"
'tI never have time to think of these
things" answered the merchant, fondling
the coal stove-shaker.
"And Shakespeare gone, too r excialm-
ed the man, his chin quivering with agita-
tlon. w 'sssssy Sigh. and sigh and sigh
and wish, and wish, and wish, but poor
Shaky viii never be seen moving with us
again! They have laid him away to sleep
his long sleep, and 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 Us this % exclaimed the sad
man. ''knowing my sad feelings, seeing
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 |