The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1886-07-10
Another Dream Shattered.


''Helol" he exclaimed in a voice which
thrilled ourdelicate nerves in its frey intensity
$50 this is whar you prints papers, eh' We'll
I'll be ding buttoned eff it amt singular. Got
emmy old papers'
With one emaciated, trembling hand we
pointed to the floor. "Avail yourself of the
opportunity" we murmured, ''heip yourself.
The printer gazed intoour eyes with mute,
fearful expression Of JOY in his mobile face.
1t seemed to say, "beer, beer He viii in
vest two bits in our old exchanges
"Yes," the fascinating visitor continued,
while merry, child-like smile sprang athwart
his visage, "Dad tole me to come in an see
you boys week ago, but l forgot it. He's
powerful anxious for some gun-waddin'. These
old papers is just the thing"
The printer turned to his case with melau-
cholly sigh. 'Never, until this moment" he
said. ''have l realized the disappointments of
life; never before have understood the grasp
ing, sordid nature of man ~
"Never seed 'em hoppin' all round thick.
er'n flies ?" asked the visitor cheerfulfy, as he
gobbled onto pile of new exchanges. Task
rabbits is powerful up our way an"
"Call in again some day when you are not
so busy" we exclaimed.
ooh! I've got lots Of time" he responcd,
seating himself and lighting an ancient family
relic, which his father brought to the country
nineteen years ago, 81 allus bleved in bein
social. I'm thinkin' some of subscribin' 1.-THE
printer ''pied" a whole line) guess your pa
per's bout as good as emmy of EN-"
"Best paper in the county," we hurriedll
explained.
GLOW much ~
s'Three dollars per year.
'Aint So purity steep for little paper lik,
that3" he asked, putting at the relic and emit
ting a cloud of smoke which set people in III,
next block to coughing, and made them think
the sage brush was afire again.
We explained that the price was in accor
dance with the merit Of the paper.
'Wal, he said, ''I'm goin' to take it, but
not yit."
"Better let us put your namcon the books, .
we insisted.
''No, know jest how 'twould be. I'm
spittin' blood reg'lar, and if owed you boys
them three dollars and died a spitn you'ed
be out them So, wouldn't you ~
We assured him that we took chances on
men dying-took them joyously--and were
glad of it sometimes. If he died before pay
ing up he could pass the So to our credit in
the next world, We would probably need it
there.
The printer here remarked that such an ar
rangement would not be profitable, as there
was no possibility of our location being in the
same place in the next life.
"He's right exclaimed the visitor, as he
tapped us Familiarity on the shoulder. $50
when gets over spittin' and don't die, I'll
come round and sign for copy. Pm dead
stuck on patronizn and upholdin' home indus
trious and energetics. I'll be round agin
for long and have another talk"
"Dol' cried the printer with passionate
eagerness.
''Come % re-echoed the editor, as the light
Of hope faded from his eyes.
And while the sunlight slowly melted into
gray in the western horizon. and the soft music
OF eventide came surging across the shadowy
plains, the man who believes in supporting
home papers, disappearedas abeautiful dream,
and beer came not into that desolated sanctum.