Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-07-10

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do not, ss Q rule, thirst for the blood
OF N fsllov-msn. I EN- silling III
F.! the law should, in all ordinary csse.
take its course; bat when We begin &C
discuss the man Who breaks into a COZ
versAtion and runs il vito hisov irrel-
evtnt ideas, regardless Of the feelings of
humanity. ! am not q Law and order man.
The spirit of the "Red vigilanter" is
reused in my breast. and I hunger for
the blood Of that man.
Interrupters are of two classes: First.
the common plug Who thinks aloud and
whose conversation wanders with his CO.
called mind. He breaks into the saddest
and sweetest of sentiment, and the choic-
est and most fearful of pathos, with the
remorseless ignorance OF a stump tail
COW in q dahlia bed. He is the bull in
my china shop. the NORWOOD in my
vine and the kerosene in my maplesyrup.
am shy In conversation. and my unfet-
tered flights Of poesy and sentiment are
rare; but this man ID almost always near
to mar 1t with remark, or a marginal
note, or q story, or a oft of politics,
ready to bust my beautiful dream and
make me wish that his name might be
carved on q marble slab in seine Qaiet
ce netery far away.
Dear reader, did you ever meet this
manor his wife? Did You ever strike
some beautiful thought and begin to reel
II OF TO vo1r friends only to be shut of
In the middle of sentence by this choice
and banner idiot of conversation! If
50, come and sit by me, and You may
pour your woes into my ear. and I in
turn Will pour few gallons into your
listening ear.
l do not care to talk more than my
SHARE OF the time, but | would be glad |
to arrive at conclusion Just to see how |
1t would seem. would be so pleased |
and so Joyous to follow up an anecdote |
till had reached the ''nub." as it were,
to chase argument home to conviction
and to clinch assertion with authority
and evidence.
The second class of interrupters is
even worse. e oonsists of the man-ard
am panied to state, his wife also-who
see the general drift of your remarks
and finish out your story, your germ of
thought or your argument. 1t is very
seldom that they do this a. you would
do II yourself, but they are kind and
thoughtful and their services are always
1t hand. No matter how busy they may
DO, they will leave their work and fiy 10
four aid. With the light of sympathy
n their eyes, they rush into the CONVEX
'ation aud, partaking Of your own zeal,
hey take the words from your mouth
md cheerfully suck the juice ont of your
oke, handing back the rind and hoping
Tor reward. That is where they get left,
70 far as am concerned. l am almost
Always ready to repay rudeness with
'udeness, and cold preserved gall with
'uch aorid sarcasm as may be able to
'ecure at the moment. No one will ever
know how l yearn for the blood of the
nterrupter. At night l camp on his
rail, and all the day thirst for his warm
ifes current. In my dreams am cut
ing his scalp loose with a case knife,
While my fingers are twined in his clus
sring hair. walk over him and prom
made across his abdomen as / slumber.
hear his ribs crack and see his tongue
lang over his shoulder as he smiles
leath's mirthful smile.
do not interrupts man no more than
would tell him he lied. l give him a !
'hance to win applause or decomposed
gigs from the audience, according to
What he has to say, and according to the .
,rOfundity of his profound. All l want
9 a similar chance and room according ,
o my strength. Common decency ought
o govern conversation without its being
necessary to hire an umpire armed with
! fOur-fO0t club, to announce who is at
he bat and who is on deck.
1t 10 only once in week or two that {
he angel troubles the waters and stirs
lp the depths of my conversational pow
~, and then the chances are some lep-
GUS old nasty toad who has been hang
ng on the brink Of good society for two ,,
weeks, slides in with low kerplsnk and
ny fair blossom Of thought, that has
'een trying for weeks to bloom, wishe-s
md goes to seed, while the man with
'hilled steel and copper riveted brow,
md a wad of self esteem ON his intellec-
ual balcony as big as an inkstand. walks
lowly away to think Of some other daz
ling gem. and thus be ready to bust my
phantom and tear ont my high
'riced bulbs Of fancy the next time
pen my mouth.