The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1883-07-11
Modern Book Agent.

Brown, Jones & Robinson, three OF as
ROOD fellows as ever melted the heart OF
a country trader to the merry music OF
the plant chin, sat one evening III the
smoking compartment of a chair car on
a Western Railroad. With them was a
tall, thin, dyspeptic man with sandy
hair, dressed in a rustic snit OF black.
Nature has endowed him with long legs
and his tailor with short pants. HIS
coat collar was rich enough in accumu-
lated grease to keep a soap factory going
for a month. His mouth was OF brass,
and his cheek as hard as last years c-
der. He was a book agent. Already
hadhe gobbled up the drummers Ior q
Life of Christ and a Pocket Ency,clo-
pedia of 215 numbers, when suddenly q
real J esse James-like train bandit opened
the door and stood, pistol ID mana, oe-
fore the quartette.
Rrown}s soul sank into the heels OF his
boots. Beads of perspiration, Dig as
snow balls. stood on Jones classic brow,
while his hair lifted his hat two solld
inches from the crown OF his nead
Robinson murmured the first verse OF
Ever OF Thee I'm Fondly Dreaming"
and thought he was praying. But the
hook agent bounded from his seat with
> Glad smile and a show do, stranger?
Deelighted to see YOU. Do let me show
Won nv superb History OF Boone Coun-
fv > ~perfect bonanza of domestic peace
and happiness to every householder who
is fortunate enough to possess one.
Three hundred pages of elegant letters,
printed on toned paper, ana emoelllsheu
with fine steel engravlngs anu al
official map of the State. a careiuliy
comDiled correct Typographical and MS
torical-' !,
"Shut up!n roared the bandit.
uShut up? You bet it will, and faster
itself with a double-action brass CLASP
NV own invention-and from It's sim
nlicity of design and beauty OF construc
fion. worth half the price OF the BOOK
Given away, sir; literally given away
for So in boards or $4.50 in morocco witt
bevelled edges"
eff yer say -.
IT do a it. sir. Look atthis exquisite
title page with a vignette portrait OF Tn
gifted author. Here you see a genealog
ical abstract chart, in which you cal
write the names Of your lllustrlous an
cestors and beloved family-births, maj
riages, deaths and"
.Stop!n shrieked the bandit, as tn
agent grasped him by the button noe
o.tYou NAV well say stop SIT; "
SdIu PlOuRH W AidhC yoA
the beautiful volume, but / haven't ye
begun to-"
3sit DOWN. the robber roared IN
voice that made the puffs of the engln
sound like the signs of a sick zephy
and loosened all the joints OF Jone
limbs.
Typographical sketches OF emine1
men, glowing obituary, with an orlgln'
poem on death, agricultural statistic
tablets Of mortality, valuable notes
migration, trade reports, all the geolo
icalu-
"Lemme go, or I'll blow the roof
yer head off" shrieked the robber, as
wrested himself from the agents gra<
and dropped off the rear Of the car ID
the gathering gloom Of the comm
night.
Then Robinson drew from his peck
his faithful revolver and looked bl
Jones rolled his sleeves and asked vine
the villain was gone to. Brown fish
from under the spittoon a roll OF OF
and hoped that they didn't think he
been scared. But the agent sank Weal
Nv in his seat, and for the first time
all that long journey was silent for nes
" four consecutive minutes.