The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1889-11-21

visit the rich or poor, private or public
places, the church or saloon. A
happy thought struck me. Twill hunt
up Mr.. Bowers and see what he is doing
when of duty. I made my entry
through small lavaltipped burner, just
in time to witnes the presentation of q
nicely worked monogram handkerchief,
presented to him by lady friend.
Having given sunshine to this pleasant
occasion, now feel somewhat serious,
for see the world is my field, and for
countless ages shall enjoy light and
heat, and in a million OF minute combi-
nations shall figure, and in all this
work / clearly see that am administer
ing to mans comfort and to his very ex.
istence."
Mr.. Bowers-"Mf. G. Tar, what have
you to say in regard to yourself ?" ~ am
happy, notwithstanding my black and
limped form. While in the retort I, too,
wanted to fly away, and even get so far
as the purifiers when fatness seemed to
overtake me. Mr.. Coke claims you fed
him on anti.fat and made him cellular
and thin; and Mr.. Gas claims you fed
him on angels cake to make him ethe-
real. But ! feei that am the heavy
weight OF the crowd, and right here. ,let
me whisper in your ear that while I am
not of the asthetic build, yet I will paint
the cheeks of the fairest ladies in the
land-with carmine-and make the
colors of their foot gear to rival the colors
OF Joseph's coat. / will be used in
fooses, zephyrs and in many ways more
substantial will adorn the clothing of
the human family; besides, a German
friend Of mine has found in me sugar
230 times sweeter than that in Cane.
But now wishing to be travelled and
learned, will start to Cincinnati next
week to join my cousin, Mr.. Asphalt
(whom l had never expected to see again
in this world), and we two expect to
spend the balance of our lives upon the
streets of Cincinnati, the Paris of
America"
Mr.. Bowers-"Mr. Coke can hear
from you 2" "You can for through you
I was able to do good in my day and
generation. My recent experience has
been surprisingly strange and new to
me. Sometimes in my sleep I used to
fancy that I was just little lump of |
condensed sunshine, and would yet
make my mark upon the world, and
then after another thousand years OF
would again ask myself. can
these things ever be, and if so, how2 l
always felt that in my veins were royal
blood, and at times hoped without hope;
but when that dirty looking man, with
pick, and small lamp in his hat, threw
me out of my bed or tomb, my heart
took courage and bounded with antici-
pated joys as to the future.
"Bear with me moment. When you
left the works, Frank pulled me out OF
that horrible suffocating place and gave
me bOuntiful drink OF pure cold water,
which l drank to my fill. Oren soon
came in with wheelbarrow and carted
me out to the boiler door, and with
three shovelfuls OF my fellows we were
thrown into an intense fire, built under
the boilor. Here found delight. A
strong current of air added to the heat
OF the furnace, gave me a beautiful white
almost rivaling in purity
that OF my maiden Gala lily life. One
OF my comrades remarked, now we are
dying. But find that am immortal
and cannot die. My soul, my nechani-
cal existence, my natural existence is
only undergoing minute and wonderful
transformation, and will march on,
march on, in the cycles OF formation and
transformation, combination and re.
combination, and will be in existence
true to my life's first prime object
sunshine and life.
"One OF my very sensible fellow-broth-
ers pointed upward to the 4 inch boiler
plate aud informed me that my present !