The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1884-11-01
The ealee Stors ana its contents.


This is the office stove. Alllwinter It
has glowed and roared and dispensed
genial heat except when the porter
happened to overlook it. which he
mostly did, especially on cold days. i
When the thermometer was down
about half-a=yard below zero, that stove
wasn't worth much as stove; but, re-
garded in the light of a refrigerator, it
had no equal.
But there were days when it glowed
and roared according to programme
mild, spring-like days when there was
soft fog on the window-panes, and in
the brains of the busy workers days
when you felt like leaning back and
dreaming of the innocent .flirtations of
your boyhood, and the hours that you
used to loaf sway in the spring woods,
Just when the birch was young, and the
sweet sap began to move, and the
twigs were sharp and pleasant to the
taste, and the opal mist lay over the
far-off river, and when you grew MP
you were going to- sail all over the
world, and marry a. more beautiful
woman than Scheherazade's husband
ever heard of.
Those were the days when the porter
heaped the stove full ofwood and coal,
and raised blaze that would even
make the youngest and freshest man in
the office dry up, which nothing else
could do. u
The stove is cold and silent now. ITS
usefulness has departed and no one
but the man who sold it to us ever
claimed for if that it was beautiful.
Most of the isinglass is gone; the knob
is broken off the top, one of the doors
wont stay shut, and those foxy spots OF
corrosion on its sides spots that
trail downward fromeone big spattel--
tell us that civilization has notabsolnte-
ly 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. twill
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 wilhin4
But yet there are lots of things in therel
They appear to have accumulated
since the early spring. There is the
core of an apple, for instance. The
| Office boy could eat an apple down 20
such a core as that There is absolutely
Anothing edible left on that core. Still
there is the core. There is enough
core to make it useful as q missile. In
fact it probably caromed ON some other
otlice-ooy's 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 usedP Down in the re,
eording angels entry-book, my boy,
| and don't you forget it.
These little white-brown things are
| not q colony of caterpillers. They are
you have smoked since last March.
Remember what the doctor said, Ell?
just rap that left lung of yours bit,
will youP Kind of muffled, Ell?
And what's thatp Only little faded
| flower, tied up to q wooden .toothpick
with florists wire. All, yes, you pick
it up and caress it, and press it to youl
lips. Well you may! She gave it tc
! you at the Arion ball, that girl in pink
that lovely little thing with the great
pleasant eyes, and the simple air o.
comradeship, and the high, sweet,
bell-hke voice, and the small, small
hand that could rest SO lightly and yet
SO clingingly on your arm the girl who
ran away at three O'Clock, like be
lated Cinderella, and left you to mem
DRY.
And what is that limp dark thing
like section Of snake that has beer
through q rolling millp That, my bov
is the lining band of that hat you trieo
to wear next day. TWAS good band
but there was no room for it and you il
that hat
Let US close the stove door and q
away. PECK.