The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-08-31

yet OUT Oh the way tleIc, Ahi'
BuNE, you'll get hurt" yelled 81
Morrow, as he rushed across the
blacksmith shop with red hot
iron, "we've got no time to talk
here. There are four of US here
working like Cinnamon, and we
can't reduce the pile of work to
save us. Go home and print tag
No Loafers Allowed and pin it
to yourself. Whoa there! you blank
blankity blank cayuse, stand still or
I'll brain you'll Look here Tar
but the Stroller had vanished.
"What are you doing down
there" next asked the Stroller OF
A. E. Galloway, whom he discover
ed digging a drain in the fever
breeding swamp below the section
house. "Young man," said the
old miner, rancher and politician,
'I'm making internal improve
ments. The only thing this job
lacks is an appropriation. | am
going to reclaim several acres OF
the best land in Idaho from this
swamp which belongs to me, and if
that town up there cares anything
about its sanitary condition, it will
reimburse me to extend this ditch
and drain the whole business o..
each side of the track. 1t can be
easily done and won't cost as much
as one months doctor BILL" and as
the old war horse finished he fired
a shovel of mud wickedly in the
Stroller's direction, who deity
lodged the same and made his
escape.
"Can't growl about business and
wouldn't if / could" said Chris.
Fahy, in answer to a query. "Ot
course we don't do business like we
used to in early days, but taking
all things into consideration the
saloons have no kick coming. By
the way won't you you"-
"No thanks, I never drink-on
Wednesday"-said the Stroller, as
he edged away from temptation.
"There are SO MANY families in
town offering second hand furniture
for sale now that I have time to
rest occasionally, "joyfully exclaim-
ed A. A. Hoover. "My elegant
stock don't eat, is not affected by
heat or cold, and can't spoil, SO l
will calmly wait till the clouds
roll by"
II will have to take my ad. out
of your paper, or hire shoe,
maker. / never had so much work
at this time of year BEFORE" was
Eli. Wilson's salutation to the
Stroller. "No more Kansas fol-
mel By the way, my wife and
children will be out here about the
18th of next month. I'll corn.
mence to live again then"
"How's tricks, Isidor," said the
Stroller, as he fastened on to big
apple from Mayors choice barrel
"Good sir, very good indeed, sir
| am really surprised that trade
should hold on the way it does
The only thing that worries me is
that | have not room enough. But
never mind, Isidor Mayer will have
as fine brick store room as any
of them one of these days" And
his words carried conviction with
them.
"Of course l am glad to gel
back" said Mr.. Geo. Little, as soon
as he was buttonholed. "Life is
strange thing anyway. For the
past twenty-five years | looked for.
ward to the time hen wea4d
again be among the scenes of my
boyhood. I thought would weep
| for Joy when my foot once more
| pressed the sod of old Kentucky
| and mine eyes behold old familiar
objects. | thought of the road
I used to travel when I went
! to see my girl in days of yore, ano
imagined l could find pleasure il
| once more treading that we'll
| remembered lane; I thought of the
woods I wandered through wher
a boy, and dreamed 1 would g
out there with a sort of l
Observation-Disclosures feel
ing and lay in the shade for hours
But how different was the realiza
ton. / would just as soon wall
through an ash pile and gaze at al
empty beer bottle as to press Ken
lucky sod and gaze upon the relic'
of times that are past. True the
road leading to my old girls house il
there-but the girl is gone. Tn
woods were there all right enough
but they utterly failed to enthuse
In fact, sir, | was disappointed
The old objects didn't enthuse mi
worth a darn. Half of this life i
a dream, sir, a foolish dream. Blu
to change the subject, you will vot
for the special school tax won
your"
"You bet!" said the Stroller, a
he lodged into Browns saloon.
~ want to see Mr.. Brown" bold
ly said the Stroller to a dark com
plexioned man with a mustach
like a weeping willow. "1'll 60 you
come here to me or I'll 60 there t
you, sic-semper-peanuts-high-ra
lka-boo-I- told"- "Hold on, Dan
l know you now even if your bear'
ia pone.n helplessly cried the vic