Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1878-11-26
THE DOWNFALL OF THE BANDBOX.


Everybody who is old enough has had
youth. His never recognized achievement ii
old age But he must be along in the season
Of that mellowness which likes to be patri
archal toward the young and assuring to thu
old by referring to the experiences of his SALAD
days. eve all dream in youth says pathetic
Dinah Nulock; and oh, fellow sinner, there
goes Fighting Sam; there sits in her bountifu
hair, sweet Alice; there is sturdy Ben who
gave the boy who wanted to and could) lick
Us, dreadfully bloody nose; there rises out
q the mist the shade of the Nameless one
there goes the ghost of the bully we licked OF
> stesmy sfternoon-spite of our fear of him
growing out of the fact that his father was a
circus man and himself sailor; there stands
the blue-eyed, pallid, shapey youth who led
the timorous, shrinking school of young gen.
tiemen against the fellows from the Butchers
Pens; and here sit we, softened by the
Thought of love-" thinking of the day time
drive behind the stage driver, for tho sum
mers visit in the country. 1t was such a
pleased summer then; such a fragrant spring;
suoh . tender autumn; such a tingling and
iifesome Winter!s Day and night, but it is
vondrous strange When the stage-not the
Aippant buggy or the vulgar omnibus-but
the Concord coach with its six in hand came
up in front of the hollyhocks snd the peoples
do you knew, oh reader, that the smooth
shaved driver, his face aglow and his voice
sttuned to the greeting of the respectability of
the ~omanhood he had known since his boy
hood-do you know that in our young heart
there sprang up reverence for His Majesty
his tender, regal, beneficent kingship who
sat in State upon the box there? One health
full boyhood loved him, nestled by the seat
beside him, gloried in his cluck at the horses,
accepted his condescension, and with all his
heart admired that stout and ford god9 How
the women in the taverns and the country
postoffioes and the mantus-makers shop did
smile at him; and oh the knowingness of the |
cider men, the horseboys and the postmasters.
But lurking under all these amiable traits |
there was depravity which ones stout spin |
ster aunt instlnctively suspected and would |
not tolerate. That was the innate hatred of |
= stsge-d driver for bonnet box. She knew
sill proper womankind always know-that the
stout heel, jammed through the cover and IN
to the very sacredness of the bonnet-that
his was not an accident, not mere harm
ess mistake, not fortuitous circumstance,
but malignant and vicious efort-something
seeded in the false heart of mans depravity
md finding flower and expression through a
most infamous and malignant smashing. We
ear this conclusion, feminine and illogical as
t is, and unsustained by evidence, is correct!
Male youthfulness smiled upon these occur
ences, and adolescence exulted in the catas-
rophe. Yesterday We saw a sight! Shades
# old whip stocks, under the shadows of
woods and beside the watering -troughs of the
tabling places, think OF the scene. Piled
beside Bosko's One Price Clothing Store, by
he cord, as it were, there, with the varie-
,aticn of their multitudinous colors full upon
hem was, yesterday, hecatonb of band
'oxes! They were piled there like Just I
setribution. There were blue ones and black
reen ones and red t
There were the old whose hairs wore few t
Or white with mem'ry Of the days .
OF Egypt Moscow, Waterloo
Deserted, friendless, unclaimed, their bull
ring all gone from them, empty, sighted,
,ocked Nothing could be more pitiful c
othing was ever more helpless; nothing
yer indicated more fully the fullness Of the
'ay of Freedom
eyes have the glory Of tho coming OF the Lord
The catastrophe of the episode and Era is
,ade more emphatic in the fact that even :.
tile children, unawed and ightsome of heart, :.
Irted these fabrics away by all manner of
,yish contrivances kicked them as they
I'd been "plug" and discarded hats hauled
lem about as conquerors whom they had first =,
armed to fear. and then to hate and finally =,
mock and despise as the cruel tyrants of !
ler fond and tender lives. Is this the &
,wnfall Is this the Proclamation of Enan
pation9 Let us, hoping so, Praise God
I'd take courage OF
POCkETBOOK LOST rs