Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1884-11-08
The 0nce StOve and Its Contents.


This is the Office stove. All winter It
has allowed and rOared and dispensed
genial lheEt except when the porter
happened TO overlook it. which be
mostly did, especially on cold days
When the thermometer was down
about half-a-yard below zero, that stove
wash worth much as stove; but, re-
arded in the light of 3 refrigerator, it
had no lual.
Bat there were days when it glOWsd
and rOared according to programme
aaild, spring-like days when there was
Il soft fog on the windOw-panes, and in
! It. brains of the busy workers days
hen YOU felt like leaning back and
dreaming Of the innocent fiirtatiOns Of
your bOvhoOd, and the hours that you
used to loaf away in the spring woods
6usb when the birch was young, and the
sweet sap be yan to move, and the
twigs were sharp and pleasant TO the
taste. and the opal mist lay over the
1ar-Of river, and when you grew up
you were going TO sail all over the
world, and marry a more beautiful
woman than Scheherazade' husband
ever heard of.
Those were the days when the porter
heaped the stove full Of wood and coal,
n
make the youngest and freshest man IN
the Office dry up, which nothing else
could do.
The stove is cold and silent now. It's
usefulness has departed and no one
but the man who sold it to as ever
claimed for it that it was beautiful.
Most of the isinglass is gone; the knob
IS broken OF the top, one of the doors
wont stay shut, and those foxy spots OF
cOrrOsion on its sides-thOse spots that
trail downward from one big spatter---
tell Us that civilization has not absolute
ay and unequivOcally succeeded in the
Job of refining the human animal and
softening his manners.
Let us look at the contents Of the
stove. You may push the loosely
hanging door wide open, now. 1t Will
not burn your fingers and seriously in
cline you to put your immortal soul in
jeopardy. No glowing sea of flame
and coal gas heaves and bubbles within.
But yet there are lots of things in there.
They appear to have accumulated
since the early spring. There is the
core of an apple, for instance. The
Otfice-bOy could eat an apple down to
such a core as that. There is absolutely
nothing edible left on that core. Still
there is the core. There is enough
core to make it useful as a missile. In
fact it probably carOmed on some other
Otfice-b boys cheek before it went in
there.
This is the blade of your pen-knife,
that you broke in trying to open the
drawer of your desk, that day you
came down late and found that you
had forgotten your keys. Yes, here is
the blade; but where is the prOfane
language you used? Down in the re-
cording angels entry-bOok, my boy,
and don't yOu forget it.
These little white-brown things are
not q colony of caterPillers. They are
only the butts of lew of the cigarettes
you have smoked since last March.
Remember what the doctor said, ehP
just rap that left lung of yours a bit,
will you? Kind Of muffled, ehP
And what's thatP Only little faded
flower, tied up 70 a wooden tOOthpick
with florists wire. An, yes, YOU pick
it up and caress it, and press it to your
lips. Wei you may! She gave It to
you at the Arion ball, that girl in pink
that lovely little thing with the great,
pheasant eyes, and the simple air of
cOmradeship, and the high, sweet,
bell-like voice, and the small. small
hand that could rest 50 lightly and yet
so ciingingly on your arm the girl who
ran away at three o'clock, like a be-
lated Cinderella, and left you to mem
DRY.
And what is that limp dark thing,
like section OF snake that has been
through a rolling millg That, my bow,
is the lining-band of that hat you tried
70 wear next day. 1t was a good band;
but there was no room for it and you in
that hat.
Let US close the stove door and 90
away. Puck.