Weekly Chillicothe crisis., 1884-06-26

"No, sir"
"rhink I'm Il path through a corn
field? Want TO be II poet, ch! Hand
me that bottle of linimcnt, and if You
climb on me again | will cXtcrminatc
you,h
The boy took up the bottle, but in APP
preaching the old man, stumbled and
fell. The bottle struck Mr.. Boyd's
foot, and was then smashed against
the leg of the chair. Again the old
man left his chair and went up. The
boy could see nothing but an agoni2cd
expression, but he soon heard some
thing, for the old man poured out u
flood of profanity and, sciaing Il chair,
he shook it until the windows ratified.
"I--I-didn't 80 TO do it, sir.
"Of course not, You rapScallion.
You only came to do ii. You have
murdered me-
Il hope not.
"No, YOU don't. You only hope that
you have. You camchthcr to murder
me. y
81 did not.n
~ say you ulu.
Look here, old gentleman, | am in
your house -"
"Ycs, know you are.
81 say that am in your house, and
don't want any trouble with you, but
you mustn't say that want to hurt
you. won't stand it, and drawing
himself up, he glarcd at the old man.
Mr.. Boyd smiled. He rather liked the
exhibition Of spirit, and arising, he
walked across the room without Il
limp. "Hcllo," D." he suddenly exclaimed.
1.-THE gout'S gone. Why, my dear
young man, you are aphysician. Tell
me something about yourself, press
ing his foot ON the floor "Who sent
you?'
"NIr. lIorncr, the shoemaker. My
name is Arthur Jcllyman. Mr.. llorncr
told me to come here and see you, and
that you having no children might
take me and send me to school so |
could learn TO write poetry"
"Can You curry horsc?'
Yes, sir, and saddle him, too. -
care you sure that you would not put
the saddle on hind part in iront?'
III did, could turn il around. "
"A very sensible remark, young fcl-
low. DO you think if | were to take
you that YOU could refrain from COM
ing to my bed at night and bc0borng
me with Il polc?'
Il don't understand you, sir
"Wcll, no matter. Come tomorrow
and we will make arrangements
Hand me that at-ncver mind"
CHAPTER III.
Arthur found himself agrccably situ-
atcd. He attended II ncighboring insti-
tuition of learning and made rapid pro-
grcss. Mr.. Boyd, who had met with
an early disappointment in literature
and who had become Il severe critic,
discouraged the boys poetic efforts,
employing his influence in favor of
some useful profession, but the words
of the shoemaker were fresh in the
bows memory, ringing in encourage
mcnt and telling him that he was born.
, HOrncr, the shoemaker, cmigratcd,
and went the boy knew not whittier.
The tin-smith's daughter, though She
r had inspired the youth to lofty flights,
was soon forgotten by him, and this
forgctfulncss of Il former love, was the
only evidence that Arthur possessed
the talent of pocsy. The girl took moi
| the affair to heart, but soon fell in love
with Il boy who worked in livery
5 stable. This lad, Il brawny young fcl
low, having learned that his "swcct
heart" had been sighted Ny Arthur
sought the young rhymcr and cut ;
, few fancy scallops over his eyes Il jus
, punishment for faithlcssncSs.
t As time dragged itself along, youns
| Arthur's manuscripts increased in vol
5 umc, He felt much anxiety concern
Q ing n publisher. Old Boyd told him It
5 put his "stuil' away, and let it com,
I out as II posthumous publication. No
= the poet wanted the fame while h,
lived. ii he waited until he died SOM
= one might steal the credit. At last
: after paying II high pricc-moncy fo
t which he had laborcd- publisher con
Il sentcd to issue the volume The worI
was beautifully bound, and wa
adorned with picture Of the author
t The poet didn't understand how an
y one could refuse to buy II book so nj
o tractivc. yet, somehow, people did re
fuse. Of the one hundred and lift
Vt copies composing the edition, six vol
e umcs were sold, and the rest wcr
h given away. Even in the gratuitous dis