Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1879-12-11
A BAD PENNY.
HE TURNS UP IN THE APPEAL OFFICE AFTEB
LONG wANDKRINGS-DRUEK A. USUAL.


evening and remarked, Gimme yer hand
old pard," at the same time extending q
broad and bewildering ripper. A glance at
the speakers countenance assured US that
it indeed he of prior acquaintance
which dated away back i'll Illinois in 1863.
The same keen visaged, reckless, devil
may care reprobate whom we have met
every now and then in all parts of the
American Union.
"How've yer been anyhow put it there
again boss
| Mead was drunk as usual. We never did
meet him quite sober, and he always signal
ICES his arrival at a new town by getting on a
jamboree. He was born in some dingy old
printing Office doubtless, and as soon as he
had made himself known he began to circu
late among the typos.
Hello Jack. Amt this Jack Bradley.
" No. this amt Jack Bradley"
- Blamed if ye don't resemble Jack. What
kind of a job press have We got here Gordon
by thunder. I've kicked thousands of EN-,
but the Acmes the boss.
Seeing case vacant he climbed upon
stool with "Gimme some copy, and began
paving over the type.
II kin set type with any man alive. ! win
four hundred dollars in Chicago at type set
tin match, l paralyzed EN-"
Then he laid dowd his stick and unused over
the past. As the light of the lamp fell upon his
unshaveu face it was worth studying. His
mind was drifting back to days spent in St.
Louis, Matches under the hill, New Orleans,
Omaha, New York, Cheyenne and California.
Now he would look sad and serious and then
laugh outright when one would least expect
it. Presently a tear stole down his face,
blowing its way along through layer of dirt,
and suddenly he blurted out.
Les all 60 out and liquor up.
Three printers smiled and dropped their
sticks, but suddenly resumed work with
thoughtful air as they recollected that the
poor fellow doubtless hadn't a a sou marc on |
his person.
"No, thank you, Cap; wsve joined the
Reform Club"
Suddenly he commenced to sing His
votes frightened the rats for block around
1t was the same melody we had heard him
Vawp in Nebraska years ago, and the tune,
Sweet spirit hear my prayer" He foundered
through the first half and then his voice broke
ike stock market on F sharp. He went all
o pieces, and landed demoraized and exhaust
ID two octaves lower down.
" What would ye give if We had my voice.
Give it rest, was the simultaneous re-
,ly from three cases.
Boys, you've got me again, was the slow
espense, and don't squeal, but I'm goin' .
II the same. Gimme few lines in the Ap-
EAL and tell EN- I'm here t
He moved toward the door and stood near |
he reporters desk few minutes as if he |
Ianted to open negotiations fer the loan of l
ollar, but seeing no sympathetic look in his l
see he moved away out into the cold night t
nd began to cast his eye around for the a
earest saloon. A white light shining half J
block away met his wandering gaze and d
e greeted it with a whoop of delight, s
arting for it by diagonal cut across the 0
rect. About midnight the following note f
as brought in by a policeman 1t Was a
7idently scrawled by a drunken man. ii
CITY JAN. p
DEAR OLD PARp I'm entered here by a a
oliceman for SIX days go-as you please 8,
Junk If you can come over and back
e for $50 I'm fixed / shall count the O
inutes til you come Yours, affectionately, OF
BILLY ir
At last accounts the man was still in limbo "a
fecting on the inhumanity of one who T
ould not extend helping financial hand in az
season of alchoholic distress. This poor b,
low is type of hundreds of printers who bl
lift about the world and die penniless be- he
use they spend every dollar of their earn tn
rs in debauchery. Worthless by habit and 81
ture, they are blown up and down upon an
9 face of the globe by every wind of crcum wi
nee. This man may be in South America OF
xt year, or perhaps at the North pole or ur
Unity. He is never sure Of his locality %
cept when in the drunk cell of city prison. M
me morning his exit from troubled and do
most worthless existence will be recorded in ito
ne metropolitan newspaper under the head
''An Unknown Man Found Dead" This
lot intended to wound his feelings, for he liz
J none. Whenever he reads 1t he will tic
lckle, and when he next visits the APPEAL to