Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-11-29

SOy C1-LN JIG AIS Al4GAlE8 A4O lSON "
4" DO not SPEAK of it, said the old man
softly. He told the doctor and me and his
mother about it last night. He was very
sorry indeed, very sorry indeed. Your err
rand IS unnecessary. however, sir, the boy
is dead
Then the man went home and did not
Iau2 h any for Two or three days. Any boy
almost can pick on him now and he does
not resent it.
know, and I wish might do it half as well
in print as he does in conversation. He is
full of "reminiscences, and all of them of in
terest He tells of a little incident in the
life OF the elder Booth which was not of
such greet Importance in history, but I
would have given a good sum i'll could have
been concealed somewhere so that 1 could
have seen the performance.
Young Edwin Booth was just then get
ting so that he could play the banjo pretty
We'll He was doing so in his fathers study
one day when the great Forrest entered.
The elder Booth had the most profound
respect and esteem tor the genius Of For
rest, and 50 he tried to get Edwin to con-
zeal his dippant banjo. But Forrest grand
" motOned him to go on with 1t.
DO you play Zip Coon. Edwin" asked
MIR. Forrest in deep, reverberating tones.
play it,
The great Hamlet then proceeded to
PUNK the eEhilarating notes Of the late Mr..
Coon.
Forrest conversed with the elder Booth
little. but he kept time with his foot to the
lascivious blessings Of young EdWin's
30 you play the Gray Eagle. Edwin p"
asked the Great Forrest.
Yes, sir"
Play it.
Mr.. Booth and Mr., Forrest still conversed
In a rambling way, but they kept time to
/ the melOdious plunkings OF the young
DO you play the Sailors HOrnpipe. Edo
/ VIM"
Yes, sir"
Mr.. Forrest now arose. So did Junius
/ Brutus Booth. Their faces were as solemn
| as if they were playing Richard III. at a
/ one night stand, but gently they fell to
| skipping the light and hippant toe. till at
/ last in the retirement OF this room, the
/ two great tagedians, with no more mirth
/ In their faces than there is in the prospects
! for the Grant monument fund.- hoed 1t
down. TO the banjo pIunkeJy- plunk1ngs OF
When Horace Seaver, Of Boston. was
! buried in August Stuart Robson, among
/ others, was asked to act as pail bearer.
/ He wrote in reply to the invitation that he
] would feel hOnOred to accept, and at the
/ time set he rode over rom CcnaSseG Dy a
/ fast train. That is Wh5re he made mis-
| take. If he had read the wisdom OF the
/ great scholar and railway saYantp Robert j.
! Burdette, he would have known that the
/ man who is in a hurry should take the slow
/ train. The Cannon Ball train is generally
three hOuSs late and the Flying Dutchman
/ is frequently abandoned. but the JerkWater
| Mixed train is reported on time
So Mr.. Robson was a little late, and the
/ enormous audience thrOnged the aisles and
] extended even outside OF Paine Hall, so
that 10 could not get In at all Colonel In
/ gsrsou was delivering his tribute to the
/ dead. He spoke of Mr. Sewers great
! kindness Of heart and said that ne did not
/ ask God to forgive his enemies. He for
gave them himself His sympathy was
/ wide as want. and. Ike the sky. bent above
/ a suffering world. he knew that antiquity
/ added nothing to PROBABILITY lapse Of
/ time can never take the place of cause
I and that the dust c5H never gather thick
enough upon mistakes to make them equal
{ with the truth.
But Mr.. Robson Gould not get in. He
stated 30 those On t2e outskirts q the crowd