Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1885-05-25
The Editor and the Book Agents.

ed he Is of the masculine denOmina-
ton. We are not afraid of him. We
know that he is coming and can deal
with him without buying his book. He
may be pompous and courtly or he
may be pimpled and cadaverous; his
lips may be betewed with hOneyed
batteries; he may be oily and crafty in
his approaches he may mOdestly ask
| for lust a moment of our precious
time;" he may say that he only Graves
the use OF our name, or he NY charge
in upon us and seek to carry us by
storm. This does not matter with us.
He is man, and SO are we in small
way, and we have our rights. We tell
him what we will and what we won't,
and that ends it.
But when she comes, then is the win
ter OF our discomfort. We bow to the
storm, and have no remarks to submit.
All the hidden resources of our polite
ness are called into requisition. She
is woman and has the advantage of
us. She has seen better days, and has
a tear in her eye. She belongs to an
old family and swan in luxury in her
| youth. Little cares she for money;
character is everything with her. She
is working in the interests of literature
and to lift up society. Her book is
for the home circle, and is destined to
ennoble the character of mothers, and
in that way to add glory to our repub-
lican institutions.
She came the other day. How glib
and rafting she was! She had us be-
fore we knew it. She had us sitting
as erect as sunbeam in July, and
meekly nodding assent to her sage OBJ
servations. We neither moved hand
nor foot, and, as for talking, we had
no chance. She talked fast, and she
talked long, and she talked all the
time. After regaling us with the
grandeur of her ancestry; the pleas
ures of her childhood, and the sur
passing excellence of her book, she
touched us up. She did it handsome
ly. She expatiated on the potency OF
our influence, the value of our perso-
nal signature, and the well-known
warmth and kindness of heart. Great
ness, she limited, always had tear On
its cheek for the struggling and un'
fortunate. And there we were-dumb
and foolish, victim to her spell.
Time came and went, but she went on,
and on, and on. We felt fatigued and
lonesome, and wonder how it would
end. Finally, she gradually descend
ed from her circumlocutory flight, land
lit IN the region of business. The at
mosphere became commercial. and il
was question of dollars and cents
She had a book for sale and desired tC
sell us copy. 1t ceased to be ques
ton of ancestry, and the poetry anc
praise all faded away. The spell wa'
hroken, and all we had to do was tC
say whether or not we would buy the
book.
We did it as well as we could-w
spoke in bright and respectful tone
we even thanked her fer her visit
we paid her a tribute to her brilllan
conversational gifts-we wished he1
high fortune and golden future, an(
expressed regret that it had to be so
How her whole aspect changed! Sh
patted her foot with pctulance, be
face flushed, she breathed wildly, ant
swept angrily away.
And yet truly we felt sorry for her
1t hurt us to think of her hard lot an
desperate devices to stem the tide @
, adverse fortune. We would hav
bought her book, except that we coul
, not conscIentiously pay an eXorbitan
: price for useless article. -RtchnO1l
: (Va.) Religious Herald.
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