The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-11-05
WHY HE WENT AWAY.
nlii NyeAs Pathetic Tale of a Coed Youns
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George w. Peachblow came from the Of.
etc East one day in the prime Of summer
lime and got out of the stage at the Buffalo
"aliow Hotel wearing plug hatand pure
aeart. Two weeks later man generally re.
'embling George W. Peachblow, but wear
ing November twilight study in PURPLE
and olive green over his eye, rode into the
railroad station of Bitter Greek and bought
second class ticket for the effete East.
That Is the nub of the romance, but what
what were the details, the stage settings
and 80 forth which we need to fill up the
space between and to enlighten the gentle
reader.
Briefly, George w, Peachblow allowed he
would not only introduce his plug hat into
the new camp, but he would also start a
Sabbath school. That was all right enough.
Nobody objected to the Sabbath school in
his.little mining town. People who think
that mining town is the ante-room of per-
aition are mistaken. The miner may be a
aomad, but he is not necessarily a cannibal
neathen. The prospector in the lonely
gulch may have conscientiouslscru and
mental reservations in relation to the plug
hat, but he does not eat his fellow mar
raw. -
George W. Peachblow did not meet with
any opposition in his Sabbath school move.
ment, and the leading citizens looked upon
bis plug hat more In sorrow than in anger.
The Sabbath which had been named for the
Organization of the school opened bright
and beautiful. "A little band of children
and young people stood outside the cabin
waiting for Mr.. Peachblow to arrive. He
met them with proud smile. He spoke
kindly to this one and smiled pleasantly on
that one, winding up by gayly patting
bright little girl under the chin. He re-
membered this circumstance years after
ward. II he is alive he doubtless remembers
1t yet.
The next day he received the following
letter with which will close
q ON TO rue WAR PATH JUNE THE g.
Mister peach blossom Sir.
I take my pen in hand to say that 1 will
dck you on sight for your behavior to my
sister on yesterday which was no gentleman
will warn you that you will have to put
up your docks when we meat for / kallate
to jar your frail cistern till you are paraliz.
ed If you think you can come to tho from
tsar and chuck young lady under the chin
which is total stranger, you will find that
you have got the rong pig by the ear which
is me and give you fare warning that l
will ware you out onsiBht. We don't know
much about forrin langwidges hear and
Amt polished pensman but kallate can
drive your dome Of intellect down into yom
tap collier In two rounds.
Peal your cloze and throw up yom
l'aooks when you see thickset young Teller
In the full vigor of manhood's early morn
tor that's me aud will then put moss 40.
git on your brow and watch pocket under
your eye, for thirty days.
you might send this letter to your fami-
YIN the east so that they may know what
has bekun of you in case your remains
should mot he ss-ss.. s.vss.ssAay yy,,,ra tsiou1o
3. slugg of Sluggtown. which is me the
Undersigned.
"P S--My sister dezires mo to say thai
you kant put her into the infant class noi
,hug her under tho chin with impunity
when she Is twenty-five years old, even IL
the is o dworph. n--BM Nye.