Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-07-14
The Man Who Interrupts.

@0 As&A Vb4V xUuHTIv0JN.
! DO not, as a rule, thirstfor the blood
OF my teiiow-man. 1 IN willing that
the law should in all ordinary cases take
ITS course, but when we begin to discuss
the man who breaks into aconversat;on
and ruins it with his own irrelevant
IDEAS. regardless of the feelings of hui
NANNY as d l am not q law and order man.
The spirit of the "Red Vigilanter', is
reused IN my breast and 1 hunger for
the blood of that man.
lnterrupters are of two classes: First.
the common plug who thinks aloud and
whose conversation wanders with his
so-called mind. He breaks into the sad
dest and sweetest of sentiment, and the
choicest and most fearful of pathos,
with the remorseless ignorance that
marks a stump-tail COW in adahlia he'd.
He is the bull in my china shop, the
NORWOOD in my wine. and the kero.
sene in my maple sirup. I am shy in
conversation, and my unfettered fiohts
OF poesy and sentiment are rare. bnt
this man is almost always near to mar
1t all with a remark, or a marginal note,
or astory, or a bit of politics, ready to
bust my beautiful dream and make ME
wish that his name might be carved on
q marble slab in some quiet cemetery.
far away.
Dear reader, did you ever meet this
manor his wife? Did you ever strike
some beautiful thought and begin to
reel it off to your friends only to be shut
off in the middle of a sentence by this
choice and banner idiot of convet sationp
If so, come and sit by me, andyou may
pour your woes into my ear, and I in
turn will pour a few gallons into. your
listening ear.
l do not care to talk more than nv
share of the time, but Iwouldbe glad to
arrive at a conclusion just to see how it
would SEEM. l would be so pleased and
SO joyous to follow up an anecdote till
l 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. 1t consists of the man
and, I am panied to state, his wife also
who see the general drift of your re-
marks and finish out your story, your
gem of thought or argument. 1t is very
seldom that they do this as YOU would
do it yourself, but they are kind and
thoughtful and their services are al
ways at hand. No matter how busy
they may be, they will leave their own
work and fly to your aid. With the
light of sympathy in their eyes they rush
into the conversation and, partaking Of
your own zeal, they take the words from
your mouth, and cheerfully suck the
juice out of your joke, handing back
the rind and hoping for reward. That
is where they get left so far as I am
concerned. | am always ready to repay
rudeness with rudeness, and cold pre-
served gall with such acrid sarcasm as
I may be able to secure at the moment.
No one will aver know how [ yearn for
the blood of the interrupter. At night
I camp on his trail, and all day I thirst
for his warm life's current. In my
dreams 1 am cutting his scalp loose
with a case-knife, while my fingers are
twined in his clustering hair. 1 walk
over him and promenade across his alb
domen as 1 slumber. I hear his ribs
crack, and 1 see his tongue hang over
his shoulder as he smiles Deaths mirth-
full smile.
do not interrupt a man no more
than 1 would tell him he lied. 1 give
him a chance to win applause Or de-
composed eggs from the audience, ac-
cording to what he has to say, and ac-
cording to the profundity Of his pro-
found. All l want is a similar chance
and room according to my strength.
Common decency ought to govern con
versation without its being necessary
to hire an umpire armed with a four
foot club, to announce who is at the bat
and who is on deck.
It is only one in a week or two that
the angel troubles the waters and stirs
up the depths of my conversational
powers, and then the chances are that
some leprous old nasty toad who has
been hanging on the brink of decent
society for two weeks, slides in with a
low kerplunk, and my fair blossom
of thought, that has been trying for
weeks to bloom, withers and goes to
seed, while the man with the chilled
steel and copper-riveted brow and a
wad of ~self-esteem on his intellectual
balcony as big as an ink-stand, walks
| slowly away to think of some other
dazzling gem, and thus be ready to
bust my beautiful phantom and tear out
my high-priced bulbs of fancy the next
;me-I open my mouth.-BM Nye, IN
L,t7OI Free Press.
1t MAIDS a Kansas jury that has
been locked up ten days, fighting ove1
a murder case, to learn that the prisoner
was hanged bY the mob the day they