Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1876-11-08
EVENING STAR.
The Ram ~ Bsok Agent
wEDNKsDAY.. November ., lsz

He came In briskly and sat down with a
{sLk. One end of his paper collar reared Over
clo, iess Ear; aualmy smell OF last weeks
ciotnee nupg about him. He turned his glass
eyes upon us, ana loosening his India ruo-
Der tongue he began:
The Universal History OF the Universe
800 epgravingsL"
"siop my friend. Restrain the inte,lee
iuai now-osm up that torrent OF clog aeuce.
Listen TO me-do you know what hss come
To IRE since saw GU last2 IL Was in Octo :,
But, sir" Interrupted the book agent
"You never sew me beforei"
"Never saw you Impossiblei Gould one
who once cared on those noble lineaments
ever forget them1 Gould thA At coy wsrt on
the nose be ever forgotten or that eloquent
was In October that met you last. Blessed
Ociober-that month Of ripeness and of so
TERED passion Do you know of all the
"Pardon me, SIR" exclaimed the book
agent, rolling his brass eyelids In despers-
ration. 'you are"
Pardon me, sir; I cannot allow any man
TO bold the Teins OF conversations over me-I
VIII not be interrupted To resume: my great
gram mother was The pertest woman of her
are that you ever saw. She was one hun
cred and thirty two years old, and Yet was
as chirper As the best OF us Ny brother,
Who wac an Inventive mau, put her on a pair
OF Wheels, and it would have do0e you good
ours was the only family that could BOAST
of erandm other on wheels, aud vet
"Rut. sir, am 10 great hurry, and,
You must positively not interrupt me-
my friend. As WAS saying before, whea a
man has family growing u D around of m Ia
is hard 10 say which one he loves best Aud
yet tbat boy of mine, with the strawberry
mark on his left ear. There's a queer story
col nected with that strawberry marx that
would please you-have you q child?"
liar. 81 am the father of thirteen miserable
"Ah, then, you can sympathize with my
story. You have been q mother yourself.
All, who can sound the depths of q mothers
lover Ii is as deep as an artesian well, as
hfsh as liberty pole. IL scars like q Chit
nese kite; IL grovels like ground hog. IL IL
sweet 10 be mother. 1t gives us a new life
Really. sir, i haven't the time" broke
out The perplexed and desperate agent.
Nov, there you go again. You throw me
versation. 1 do think be was the sweetest
dog i ever saw. Although he was quite
young when he was born, he seemed to take
to learning naturally. When 1 would send
would take the little pigs patronizinly by
"Ha! hal" laughed the book agent, dole
inIiy, quite ga bright dog-,9uite bright-but
"IDterruptipg me again there, But IL don't
matter. To resume: As said before, the
wildly, and the girl became excited, and il
was hard 70 control her. You have doubt
less been on the water, and understs aud -"
Just here the book agent rose. his steel
joints Swapping viciously. He cast one wild,
scared LOOK around him and made for the
doof. Having reached the door he turned
end looked back hungr1ly. He brigh tened
up, as II he were going to open the CONVERSE
ton again, but he gulped his sorrow down
hastily and fed.
"COme back and see us again !" we called
blandiy over the stairs. "You are such
COCO listener Its pleasure TO talk TO you.
Yes, come again! Come during the next GEN.
tennial!"-t atlanta Constitution.