Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-04-08
EVENING STAR WASHINGTON SHEET
AT THE GORE FACTORY.
n Woman With Her Roy Calls for Ger
tain Inform alton.

From The Brooklyn Earle.
Iae otner day stout woman, armed with an
umbrella and leading email urchin, called at
| the office Of the New York Boys Story Paper.
us this the place where they fight Indians2'
sne inquired Of the gentleman in charge "Is
this the locality where the brave boy charges
up the canon and speeds bullet to the heart OF
the dusky red-skin?" and she jerked the urchin
around by the ear and brought her umbrella
down on the desk.
eve publish stories for boys" replied the
young man evasively.
81 want to know II these are the premises on
which the daring lad springs upon his fiery
mustang, and, darting through the circle OF
thunderstruck savages, cuts the captive's cords
and bears him away before the wondering In
dams have recovered from their establishment.
That's the information I'm after. 1 want to
know If that sort of thing Is perpetrated here "
and she swung the umbrella around her head
and launched crack at the young mans head.
II don't remember those specific acts" pro-
tested the young man.
81 want to know l this is the precinct where
the adventurous boy jumps on the back of a
buffalo. and. with unerriug aim, picks of one by
one the bloodthirsty pursuers, who bite the
dust at every crack of his faithful rife. I'm
looking for the place where this sort Of thing
happens!" and this time she brought the I'M
the back.
II think" commenced the lodging victim.
I'm in search of the shop in which the boy
rOad-agent holds the quivering stage-driver
powerless with his glittering eye, while he robs
the male passengers with an adroitness born of
long and tried experience, and kisses the hands
OF the lady passengers with gallantry of bear
ing that bespeaks noble birth and a chivalrous
nature!" screamed the woman, driving the
young man in the corner. 'I'm looking for the
in yvh hr1ci io kron
and down came the umbrella with trip-hammer
force on the young mans head.
upon my SOUL ma'am!" gasped the wretched
youth.
81 want to be introduced to the jars in which
you keep the boy scouts Of the Serras Show
NE the bins full of the boy detectives of the
prairie! Point out to me the barrels full of boy
pirates Of the Spanish Main!" and with each de-
mand she dropped the umbrella on the young
mans skull. until he skipped over the desk and
sought safety in aneghboring canon.
'Tll teach 'em!" she painted, grasping the ur-
chin by the ear and leading him of. am teach
'em to make it good or dance. Want to go fight
Indians any more? Want to stand proudly upon
the pinnacle Of the mountain and scatter the
plain beneath with the bleeding bodies of I'M
counted slain? Want to say 'hist!' in tone
that brooks no contradiction? Propose to
spring upon the taffrail aud with q ringing word
OF command send TOadSide into richly laden
galley, and then mercifully spare the beautiful
maiden in the cabin that she may become your
bride? Eth! Going to do it any more?'
With each question she hammered the yelping
urchn until his bones were sore and he pro-
tested his permanent abandonment of all the
glories enumerated.
''Then come along" said she, taking him by
the collar. Let me see you around with any
more ramrods and carving-knives and you'll
think the leaping curling, resistless prairie fire
has swept with a ferocious roar of triumph
across the trembling plains and lodged in your
pantaloons to stayl"