The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-06-14
!" Come in .''
 Another sharp rap. !" Come in !" he yelled.

"Coniound your devilish picture, come in or go away"
 Young Arthur Jelleman entered, bowed awkwardly, made embarrassed motions with bis hands and sank down into an armchair. The chair was so deep that his heels were lifted from the floor, and the cushions were % stufy," as an Englishman would say, that the little fellow was almost hidden from the gousy old mans view.
 "Well, what do you want 1" demanded Mir. Boyd rather severely.
 "l want to be poet"
 The devil you dov
 "Yes, sir, if you please"
 "Oh, have nothing to do with it. If you want to be poet, go on and be one. Hand me that tumbler of water.'
 The boy scrambled from the chair and brought the water, but in the exercise ef great care, overlooked the main point, and stepped on old man boyd's embodi- ment of gout. The old man flew into the air like piece Of whalebone, and for . time thee excited boy despaired of ever again enjoying good health.
 What made you do that ?" thundered the old man. "Confound it, do you take me for stcp-laddes ?"
 "No, sir"
 "Think Pm a path through a corn field? Want to be a poet, eh Hand me that bottle of liniment, and if you climb on me again I will extezminate you"
 The boy took up the bottle, but in ap- preaching the old man, stumbled and fell. The bottle struck MT. 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 asonized expression, but he soon heard something, for the old man poured out a flood of profanity and, seizing chair, he shook it until the win- dows rattled.
 "i-T-didn't go to do it, sir"
 "Of course not, you rapscallion. You only came to do it. You have murdered me"
 "I hope not"
 "No, you don't. You only hope tha, you have. You came hither to murder me-"
 q did not"
 !" say you did"
 @Look here, old gentleman, I am in your house"
 "Yes, know you are"
 "l say that l 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 glared at the old man. Mir. Boyd smiled. He rather liked the exhibition of spirit and arising, he walked across the room without limp. "Hello," he sud-, denly exclaimed, "the gout's gone. Why, my dear young man, you are physician. Tell me something about yourself pressing his foot on the floor. "Who sent you ?"
 "Mr. Homer. the shoemaker. My name is Arthur Jelleman. Mir. Hos- uer 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 a horse ?"
 "Yes, sir, and saddle him, too."
 |" Are you sure that you would not put the saddle on hind part in front P
 "If did, could turn it around"
 "A very sensible remark, young fel- low. Do you think that if were to take you that you could refrain from coming to my bed at night and belaboring me with pole ?"
 !" don't understand you, sir"
 We'll, no matter. Come tomorrow and ve will make arrangements. Hand me that-never mind"
 CHATTER III.
 Arthur found himself asresahly situ- ated- He attended . neighboring insti- tuition of learning and made rapid pro gress. Mir. Boyd, who had mel with an early disappointment in literature and who had become severe critic, discour- aged the boys poetic sfsorts, employing his influence in favor of some useful pro- Session, but the words of the shoemaker were fresh in the boys memory, Eiaging in encouragement and telling hin that he was born. Homer, the shoemaksr, emisrased, and went the boy knsw aee whithsr. The tin-smiths daaGhssr, though she had inspired the yoath b loiy Aishts. was soon forgotten by him, and this forRetfnlness of a fnrmar lor> J