The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1880-05-05
The Hero From MP ,lDjeadWiOoa. d GOD

| The hero from Deadwood does not
I have half a show in Detroit, and he can
not be blamed for feeling that we are an
! unappreciative people. These Heroes
| arrive here about once in four weeks
on the average, and the latest put in an
appearance yesterday morning, preceded
by the rumor that he had struck it rich
and made a clean hundred thousand
dollars. When he entered drug store
on Michigan avenue he was followed by
| O dozen or more persons, who wanted to
admire him and hear the story of his
adventures. He modestly hesitated to
begin, as all these Deadwood heroes do,
but he finally started off with:
" It is, perhaps, useless 70 remark that
tious young man to get along"
"That's SO" replied one of his hearers.
81 know you did not get along here at
all, and we had to make up a shake
purse when your old father died~
The hero swallowed something, bent
his eyes modestly on the floor, and con-
tinued:
81 left this city with only $40 in my
pocket, but with heart"
"OnIy $40, and I know it, for lent
you five of that and never expected to
see it again." interrupted a second
admirer with good deal of heartiness.
A shadow of pain fitted across the
face of the hero, but he braced up and
went on:
"When l reached Deadwood was
penniless, hungry, ragged and friendless,
but was stOuthearted. l was de"
A saloon-keeper here entered and beg
ged pardon for the intrusion, but he had
made out the kero's liquor bill and
thought it best to hand it to him before
he had banked his money, 1t was only
$13, but some of the items were over
three years old, and business was busi-
ness. The hero put the bill in his
pocket, passed through fit of coughing,
and began:
81 provided myself with mining tools
and -" ..r.
"Did you get trusted or pay cash for
themP' interrupted the man on the
other side of the store.
The hero did not deign to reply, but
spit into the stove, wiped off his mouth
and said:
81 knew that energy and pluck would
bring luck. Here at home everybody
seemed to keep me down, but there
-"
"Say, l didn't try to keep you down.
suddenly observed shoemaker. Didn't
I trust you for pair of boots when no
one else would, and didn't raise the
money to pay your fine and saved you
from a trip to the House of Correction?"
The hero partially admitted the cor
rection, and had just opened his mouth
to go on when the druggist asked him to
wait until he could put up ten cents
worth of castor oil for a customer. The
hero waited, and when the oil had been
put up he continued:
< knew | had only myself to depend
On, and that fact nerVed me up. Ipushed
for the mines ="
"Is. that a dog fght?' interrupted
one OF his hearers as a furious growing
was heard out doors.
All rushed to the door. but it was
false alarm, and after they had returned
to the stove the hero settled himself
back and remarked:
Here in Detroit energy, pluck and
ambition counted for nothing. If I
tried to climb -"
"And while 1 think of it," put in the
grocer two doors below, "Pll hand you
the account run up by your mother in
your absence. never expected it
would be paid, but couldn't see the
old lady go to the poor-hOuse?' 47
1t took some little time for the hero
to get another start, and he had not yet
reached the mines when in came a con-
stable, who asked him to step out doors,
and after an earnest conversation he
walked of in his company.