Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1885-12-03
THE BABY AND me MILK.
Vow York TrIbune.

'StOrY IL QOu amount ~ any
thing. - sold the tall drummer IN car
riage hardware, "and as 1t is not like.
lv to be in favor vita tins crowd, ]
don't expect you will appreciate 1t.
Then, again that New Haven party
wants to tell something Let him get
his chestnut off, and then I will give
way"
''Oh what l have TO tell you is TO
much. It's about getting off trains.
took the Pennsylvania Road out to
Philadelphia and the car was crowded.
At some little station a thin, lanky
chap came in with big oil painting
stretched on a wooden frame, one OF
those llfe-1vcrlastlnE things, good for
a fireboard, with canvas enough for
the Genesta's spinnaker. 10 was the
meanest daub you ever saw, spinach
foliage, poached-egg sunset lager
beer and ginger pop waterfall The
cussed thing would have given you
GRADUATED eyellds IN i've minutes.
On, am aesthetic; travelled for four
years with white lead. hnseed oil, and
painters sundries. Well, how the fell
low got in the car at all / don't know.
He was a perfect nuisance. lie car
ried his Michael Raphael through the
the narrow aisle Of the cars and barked
all the passengers heads with the
sharp corners of the frame. He WASH {
willing to put it in the baggage Car,
couldn't hang her up, lay her down,
or lean her up against anything so he
had to stand up with that nightmare
in oil. Some of the boys began to guy
him: Chrom0s wont pa yyOu enough
to ante up with the old man for a
single Jack pot said one of the fellows.
Leave him alone, said another. He's
going out West TO open an art empor-
lam. Contracted with the United
States to skeer every Apache into Mex
leo a showing around with that pig
shoe. Take her off her frame, roll
her up, and when it rains it VIII shed
the water off you, said drummer in
the rubber line.
1.-THE man with the work Of art
you couldn't see MS face behind his
pictorial screen didn't seem TO like
the fun poked at him. Presently he
said, Sorry you do not appreciate a
work OF art 1t was ever thus. Any
ways it's pearls before swine but l
shan't trouble you long because | am
to get off at the first station. Then
the conductor came around, and said
that il was a through train, and didn't
stop where the man wanted to. The
man with the picture found out that
he had got on the wrong car. Seei9g
the fix he was in the conductor agreed
to slow up at some station, SO that the
man with his picture might get off.
Sure enough, when some little coup-
try town was reached brakes were put
on, and the man sided through the
cars with his drafted picture, and gOi
on the platform ready for a spring
The engineer did not slow much, OF
may be just as the engineer was stop
ping the locomotive one ofour fellow
out Of deyi.trv gave a pull at the bell
rope, for of we started with Jerk
The man with the picture had to jump
but somehow the many square miles
of canvas IN his arms acid tho wind
1t was like q snip when her sails were
taken aback. The art amateur wen
fast enough, but the picture didn't
You have seen the circus rider e
through a hoop covered with paper
That's what that man did wlthou
any horse. lie reared, he did, anC
went head foremost, plumb ant
plunged through that work of art, al
by himself, and landed safe on th
other side of IT, That picture perish
ed right then and there bat the franz
stood the racket. We Just screame,
with laughter for the next twent,
miles.
"My story" said the New YorI
man, isn't bit funny Mayb- som
of you know Hiram b S.ebbIns} H
in feathers, artificial flowers, ladies
notions, hat trimmings and such.
mor0se. cross kind OF man, tina
don't make friends outside of Nh
trade They do say that when b
was young he was areal nice fellow
but bgtheriuE With uen mIlleneI
and women IN the bonnet busiue,
and trying to keep abreast of the fasl
ions soured q naturally good tempe
We'll, Hiram b. S.ebbus is not b
sociable, and a sort OF a chap to /,
alone. Never understood q i)ke
his life
I'VE often crossed one another O
the road, bat after saying 'Howd'y
that's all the words we exchanged.
year ago | met him going west frol
Dubuque on scalding hot day /
July; thermometer away up In I'll
nineues and the car just in a blaz'
the car full, and great many wome
aboard. Just back Of me was ni,D
looking young woman dressed in dee
mourning, and She he'd baby in hi
arms, a wee, wee thing, and that chill
was waiiing pitifully, and the youu
woman was crying Il was j9st
mite Of child, puny looking aud,
should judge, barely six weeks old
Back OF her sat Stebbins, looking q
cross and surley as a bear with sor