The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1889-11-08

enc upon mistskes to maks tsen sousi
But Mr.. Robson. could not est. in. He
stated to those ON the outskirts OF the crowd
that he wss ono OF the r~sal-oesrers and
ooh. look at the .p~all-beerer.. remarked
the crowd. Isn't he u pretty pall.bearerfs
queried those who could not get in them.
selves. "a they bored holes In 4r. Robson
with their keen elbows. hs tried once more e
the pali-bearers. but his voice was split up
the back and loud round OF mirth was
the immediate reply.
sAfterward.- said Mr.. Robson. : learned'
that several others had tried to yet In be.
pail bearers. and SO the crowd wa ready
for me. By that time. IL l had known that
by giving my name I would have heen car.
ricd In on . bed Of roses. l could not '
done il. went away. and. ~ I did 90: I
looking ~paIi-beStrer. is he notY 30 is prob:
ably some n who lives here in Boston and
has made a bet that he would get In and
hear the address. Or perhaps no is . man
who furnishes gloom for funerals. He
looks Ike It Did you notice his sad face?'
Mr.. Robson then came away. and. taking
q slow train for Cohasset. was very soon
home.
Probably since the days Of Damon and
Pythtas there has rarely been such deep
U6SULAOu ANU 0u0CtlOu 0tW60n tWO Ul0n u
that which existed between Robson and
place brings back to Rob" the memory of
his old friend. especially the welcome that
Yhorne always had for him when he got
csaied behind q Big tree near the door.
When the proper moment came he would
spring forth like q culinary Roman. with a
breastplate made Of tin pie plates. a helmet
consisting Of a tin milk pail with the hail
under his chin. armed with Q rolling pin.
and. shielding himself from attack By
means Of a bright tin dishpan. he would
burst forth. and alter q 6h~akspearean howl
Of welcome. he would suddenly. cast away
his armor and execute q breakdown on the
green.
G~ravedigger and Mr.. Forrest Hamlet.
When they came to the burial he noticed
that b priest spoke rather thlckly n his
feet were balanced doubtfully on, the edge
mixed as t o whether 1t was Ophelia's grave
or u drunkard's grave. II 1t were the lat
ter. he seemed to have serious notions OF
filling 1t himself.
MIR. Forrest noticed 1t. AS we'll as I can
recall the words they were about as follows:
Priest-Her obshkies have been sho far
n'large ez we have warrantish--
Forrest lin q low growl-Most id. in
toXicatcd ind Improbable asst Speaking
pious words I IN the most impressive scene
ONSA vi " p VNt yO0s 0AA AAAA
yourself upon the verge OF o property grave
and with the hellish odor OF rum about
your Garb. with eyes like the dead. yet elo-
quent Goldfish. I. sirrah. essay to pro-
nounce the o%bsequtes Of the fair Ophelia!
Pah!
Priest-Her death was doubtful and but
TIL great command o'ershwayd tn order.
she SHOULD in ground ~unshanctifled here
lodge till astrump ish played.
Forrest lin Q suppressed rumble Ill dis.
fnnt etaOp fhrn6orN-nh vi1ta1nOno and
most pestiFerous priest! Could I but get q
hack ut thine own obsequies. how joyfully
would ! pronounce them. And thou. churl-
ish priest. seeking to support the noble
Forrest. when. beshrew me. thou n not
support the giant jag thou hast concealed
shoemaker. thou ~deep-voiced ass. with
naught to recommend thee but that cursed
dignity which is. N ever was. the devils
dlsinfectant for u mOss-gr0wn mind.
flints and pebbles should be thrown at her.
yet here she's allowed her virgin Grants.
her maiden strewments and the bringing
home of bell n'burial.
Laertes-Must there no more be done?
.Priest-N'more be done. You bet. We
requium and shueh sings to her you know,
us to preach parted sholes hic).
Forrest (sotto voce. also .asidel-Oh.
most successful and profound inebriate.
the recipient Of no deeper indignity. Bogus
and most rocky priest. hell could not spare
thee ii it knew thy worth. oh. full orbed
ass with tallowy patio. odds pettikins that
b shouldst spread the priestly vest
n msnss bs o.er tt the he m mar Rrsa alag jag and and then En-
Of fair Ophelia. Begone. dull knave. I bid
thee tarry not. for ut the postcrn thou wilt
find thy q%uittancc and thy salary. In ripper
years when thou dost almost have Il