Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1886-04-06
You are not romantic You arc prac.

You are not romantic You are prac-
tical and filled with II cts."
"What are more romantic than yome
factsP" replied the Newspaper. "A
few days ago told Of young woman
who came to this city from the country,
fell in with bad company, was cold.
hungry and friendless, and advantage
was taken Of her by some bad men.
Through me her true lover, who loved
her when she wore short dresses, who
went to school with her when they
were children together, heard of her.
He is physician in a large Western
city. He came to New York. saw her,
and to-day they were married. That Ia
romantic enough for you, isn't itp"
Eyes, that is romantic, but that Il
only one instance out of thousand" "
"Not at all. The day before Christ
mas German fell dead in his grimy
shop, leaving wife and six little chill
dren gathered around a dwarf Of a
Christmas tree waiting his coming.
They had less than dollar in the
house. That was the story told. In
less than two days the widow had five
hundred dollars in money, which my
readers sent to her, and the children
are all comfortably provided for. Then
again wretched, hungry, shivering
man kissed his wife and children good
bye in the morning and started out on
the streets to look for work TO buy
them bread to keep them alive. He
came to the bridge and 'disheartened
by failure he was about to end his sor-
row by throwing himself into the river
when he was saved by two men who
saw him. l told his sad story. His
family are clothed and fed now, and he
is provided with employment. That is
romance for you?"
"Well," remarked the Book, after a
pause, during which its mind reverted
to its own Importance. II am filed
with poetry and sentiment too, and !
do good also."
al have no doubt Of it," replied tho
Newspaper.
"a am written in pretty verse, and !
am very highly priced. 1 teach high
morals and improve the world--or al
least I would IL l could be read BY
every one. am sure that he wouldn' Z
sell me for anything. He would feel
lost II 1t were not for me. He would
miss me II were of Of his desk for one
instant. He throws you away" added
the Book, with a trace Of conscious
superiority in its voice, "but he
wouldn't think Of doing so with me.
He wants me here t9 look at and to
remind him Of my author. He can
buy another Of you for mere pittgnce
and he doesn't value you at all. In
truth, have listened 10 all you have
had to say and think that you are really
Of very little Importance or you surely
would cost more, l don't believe he
cares whether he sees you at ALL"
MAY be not,n the Newspaper was
about to say when the owner Of the
desk returned and resumed his seat,
John" he exclaimed, calling to
the Office boy, "bring me wrapper.
want to mail this paper to friend Of
mine. 1t has got more news in 1t than
! could write in n week and know he
will appreciate it."
Yes, sir" responded the boy.
BY the way" continued the man,
Il read to-day in a paper that COM
mittee of ladies were to call down town
for books and magazines to take To the
hospitals for the sick to read"
Yes, sir" said the boy.
II they come here give them this
blue book Of poetry. 1t is making me
tired seeing it aroand. never read 1t
and can't say whether it is worth any
thing or not. At any rate, l shall be
glad to get it out Of my sight. 1t al
ways reminds me Of that beggar who
wrote It and made me pay ten times as
much for 1t as it is worth"
Yes, sir" said the boy, and the
doleful sigh Of the mortified Book was
drowned by the cheerful rattle Of the
Newspaper as each started out on his
new mission Of life.-Betyamin North
r9p, 10 NJ J. Graphic.