The Black range. (Robinson, Socorro County, N.M.) 1882-1897, 1889-07-26

sidney smith oHee askcu ''Who
ever reai. au American alycl7n
" ~ld had anoekna anoumu among
ihc hills aad dells q. D. Pluribus
luum be- vou.d hase il4ud -cad- oI
feople who read Am.-.eln novels. d.
ever, hUtc. iu tbI- HI tld of liberty
fbcn are two nf tHuse clambcrmaids
who lle awake uleHG- Co e|u1 'Goidis
>Weei.ip" aud Lnls Araudcrs
Sioc.,iug supporter. o. rr Hand that
Belongs to bukr g. SIS Meat" an
mauy other -uch etrvutiar pieces of
fiction.
In every small town tbero are lots Of
boys between twelve and d'teeu years
Of age who read aBed-ilaudcJ Mike.
Tho Holy Horror o. Holocaust llol-
low. a. well a- numerous blood curd-
Ting Indian stories. and in their
minds, they are mounted on painting
bronchos, riding at swinging gallop
ovcrthe wide eNpan-e Of plains. when
whiz, comes au arrow shaving the fur
of their caps. and they turn AMI -lay
whole tribe Of Indians aud rescue a
beautiful maiden who wears buc'xskiu
pants. aud marry her
Sometimes they read detective stor-
les and allow themselves to roam Ia
Imagination over the drcary Stcppes
Of Russia In pursuit Of "A man who stole
IA pin-cushion. The small boy who
imuginatiycly shoves the cold gleam-
ing muzzle of "a bulldog revolver into
the robbcr face, moves not muscle
Of his determined countcnance, and IN
stern, cold. bet-ver-ueck voice says
Come, now, the game is up and |
must have you am cock-eyed Pat
the Omaha detective, aud your name
is m-u-d.
"The Quick or The Dead" (of which
you have perhaps heard is an Ameri-
can novel and II would b, easi,r to
say who has not read it than who has.
Many COY, timid youn girls oi twenty
six or twonty-eight have stolen on to
the privacy Of their rooms and tglSiug
on their shoes and pulling down tn
blinds have revelcl In the quick
phrases OF the book many bashful
men who would faint II girl said
boo TO them have II ynd awake all
night 10 read the tale OF tn plump
rsl-hcalel wi low who wpturou ,ly
kissed her lover Ia tha dimple OF his
neck Preachers bankers, litors.
bardeepers, cowboys, the high and low,
the rich and poor, tn great and small
have all read The Quick or The
Dead" Everybody reads an Ameri-
can novel Come again, Sid.
A western editor offered five dollars
for the name Of any one who read all
Of "A Modern Instance" aud had no
takers, but then "A Modern Instance"
is not an American novel, nor any
other kind of a novel
There is not much wear and tear on
your ccrebrum in reading an American
novel; you always know how It is GO
ing TO end aud are not kept in sus-
pense There is always n heroine
named Dolly or Meg or Judith and II
hero named Bob, and Bob falls in love
with the stately doughter OF n million
aire, and Meg or Polly or Judith, who
loves Bob, suffers in silence and allows
pallor TO abide where once she daubel
the red red rouge then Bob sees that
she loves him and he laughs great
boyish laugh aud folds her in his strong
embrace and marries her, and the
pampered daughter OF the millio naire
is left.
Some American novels contain
great many illusions to troglodytss,
and others speak in glowing terms of
the way the rudy sun has OF casting
his glorious rays aslant over the pale
gray hills, but they always wind up by
Bob marrying Meg v. Z. Reed in
Tayas Siftinus