Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-11-28
A FEED FOR THE GIRLS.


rowing Tale.
a series Of short stories under the
caption. boomerang Wit, or Hit by
the Becoil, - would give the world 3
faint idea Of how many promising
young men annually get funny and lose
good Jobs Everybody knows how
bard it is to get strong healthy iot
and also how easily a rugged job viii
pine away and die for want Of proper
care. Young men who are dependcn:
on a grinding corporation for their ci-
garettes can not be too careful in this
matter and the moment the job begins
siling they should consult DR.. B. Raa
or DR.. Horace Sense.
A printer who is now busily engaged
looking for work related his expe-
rience last night in this line.
81 had u good job" be said, lin a
Monroe street fiction foundry one Of
those print shops where they publish
stories OF the skeleton Hunters Last
Gurgling Gasp order by the cord. Il
is the rankest kind of rot and is liable
to give a printer blood-poisoning ii he
handles much Of it. 1t is the sort OF
literature that induces little boys to get
up in the night, steal the old mans
pocketbook, buy guns, and start out
west to rescue the imperied maiden
Irom the lair Of the robber chief
tain and restore her to her agonized
parents.
There were twenty printers and six
liars, each a full-hedged Ananias,
working in the place. The liars sat at
a table ia one end Of the room grind
ing out those unWhoIcsome stories as
fast as we could put them in type One
day | got a wad Of copy that was posi-
lively sickenin@ 1t was about q love
ly girl who had been captured and
torn from her home by hcartless
white desperate and his band Of blood
thirsty Apches The girl was in a
desperate fix. She either had to mar
vy the villain or become his wife, he
didn't care which, and he was then on
his way to a cave in the mountains,
where he was going to have the cere-
m0n} performed.
THAT night they camped in a rocky
gorge 200 miles from nowhere and
bound the unfortunate maiden to
tree with the usual buckskin thongs,
which cut deep into her tender wrists
Then they all laid down and went to
sleep la the meantime Old Xcko the
Hairy Scout, who was on the trail,
sneaked mp just at daylight, when peo-
ple sleep the sOundest. Ieke sailed in
snd killed twenty-five or thirty ln-
dians with the butt-eud of bis trusty
rifle. He didn't want to shoot for fear
he would waken the others. Then,
after he had cut a notch forcaeh corpse
on his gun-s.ock and hung the coarse,
black scaIp-locks to his belt. he re-
leased the girl, hoisted her under his
arm, jumped into the saddle, and rode
away
He rode at fun speed for forty-eight
miles without stopping. When night
closed in the bold scout pulled rein
and went into camp. First he picketed
his horse, then built a fire, fixed cot
OF leaves for the girl and got her some
ahing TO eat out of his saddla-bags.
This was where got in my work
"The first thing Zeko took out of the
bags Was several thick slices Of fresh
Vienna bread with honey ON Them
Next came cold boiled ham, cut thin,
an applc-pie with short, crispy upper
cruat, aud last q tender spring chicken
roasted Il delicate brown. Mind You,
he had all this stuff ina pair OF saddle
bar, in the NiId5 of the Rocky moun-
taiu~ 200 miles from civilization, in
she leu 1856 II made me sick, but
] resolved that the poor girl should
have one good iced ii died Tor il. So
l showed IN another paragraph like
Ghis, completing the bin ul iarr.