Evening capital., 1886-09-30
% ND EVENING.
HE ANswERs rAE QUESTION.
gill Nye's Reply to a Young Mans Anx-
,oua rnuuirv-Kindly Invitation.

gin Nye's Reply to a Young Mans Anx-
,ous Inquiry kindly Invitation.
as. @. Co. McGree's Prairie, Iowa,
asks: aDo you know OF any place where
young man can get good livingi"
That depends on what you call good
living, S. Q. G. II your stomach would
not revolt at plain fare, such as poor peo-
pie use, come up and stop at our house
awhile We don't live high, but we aim
to exc out an existence, as it were. Come
and abide with us. S Q. G.. Here Is where
the prince of Wales comes when he gets
weary of being heir apparently to the
throne Here is where Bert comes when
be has stood long time, first on one leg
and then on the other, waiting for his
mother to evacuate said throne. Hc bids
dull care begone, and clothing himself In
some of my own CANDY finery he threads
a small Limerick hook through the vitals
of a loug-waistsd worm as we HE us to
the bosky dell where the pla~h of the
pleasant-voiced brook repliss to the turtle
doves moan. There, where the pale green
plush of the moss on the big fiat rocks
ieadens the football of Wales and me,
where the tip OF ths long willow bough
monkeys with the giidy stream forever,
where neither powers nor prlncipatities,
nor things present or things to come, can
embitter US, we sit there, young Regina
and me, and we live more happy years in
twenty minutes than a man generally
lives all his whole life sockei up against
q hard throne with the eagle eye OF
warning constituency on him.
It's a good place to come, S. @. G. Quiet
but restful; full of balm for the wounded
spirit and close up to natures great
North American heart That's the idea
Perhaps do not accurately size you up,
s. @. G. You may be a man who does
not pant for the sylvan shade. Very
likely you are a seaside resortist and do
not care for pants, but / simply say to
you that if you are worthy young man,
weary with life's battles-beaten back
perhaps, and wounded-with your neck
knocked crooked like q tOmtit that has
run against telegraph wire in the night,
come up here into northern Wisconsin,
where the butternut CLEANS in the au-
tumn sunshine and the axahelve has her
home. Come where the sky is dark and
glorious blue and the town a magnifi-
cent red. Come where the coral cram
berry nestles in the great heart Of the
yielding marsh and the sandhill cane
stands idly on the sedgy brim of the
lonely lake through all the long, idle day
with his hands in the tail pockets of his
tan-colored coat, trying 70 remember
what he did with his handkerchief.
Come up here, S. @. G., and be my
amanuensis. want man to go with
me on little private excursion from the
Dalles of the ST. Croix to the Sault Ste.
Marie. want him to 60 with me and
act as my private secretary and carry
my canoe for ms. The salary would be
small the first year, but you would have
good deal Of fun. Most any one can
have fun with me. We would go mostly
for relaxation and to build up our sys-
TENS. My system is pretty well built up.
but it would be a pleasure to me to
watch You build yours up
You would be welcome, s. @. g.. well
come here ia the fastness of the forest:
welcome where the resinous air of the
spruce and the tamarack would kiss your
wan cheek; welcome to the rocky shores
Of the grand old fresh-water monarch,
the champion heavyweight of all tho
great lakes.
Come over, S. @. G. Be my stenog-
rapher and will show you where a
friend of mine has concealed a water
melon patch in the very heart of his corn
field. Come over and we will show him
how concealment, like q worm, may
feed upon his damaged fruit. Till then,
S. @. G., ta-ta.-Bill Nye In Chicago
News.