Frostburg mining journal., 1889-12-07

boy and the insulting language he used to
me yesterdays?
DO not speak of it,, said the old man
softly. lie told the doctor and me and his
mother about it last night. He was very
sorry indeed, very sorry indeed. Your cr-
rand is unnecessary. oweVe", sir. the boy
is dead
Then the man went homo and did not
lau h any tor two OF three days. Any boy
almost can pick on him now and he does
not resent it.
Robson tells story as well as anybody |
know, and | wish might do it half as well
in print as ho does in conversation. lie Is
full of "reminiscences, and all of them of in
terest He tolls of IL little incident i'll the
life of the elder Booth which was not Of
such great Importance in history, at |
would have given good sum if could havo
been concealed somewhere SO that | could
have seen the performance.
Young Edwin Rooth was lust then get
ting so that he could play the banjo pretty
well. He was doing so III his father study
ono day when the great Forrest entered.
The elder Booth had tho most profound
respect and esteem tor the genius of For
rest, and so he tried to get Edwin to con-
ceal his hippant banjo. But Forrest grand
ly motioned him to go on with it.
DO you play Zip Coon. Edwin? asked
Mr.. Forrest in deep. reverberatlnS tones.
Yes, sir.
Play it,"
Tho great Hamlet then proceeded t.
Coon.
Forrest conycrscd with the elder Booth
II little, but he Kept time with his loot TO tho
la~civious blessings OF young Edwins
BANJO.
DO you play tho Gray Eagle. Edwin
asked the Great Forrest.
Yes, sir.
Play it."
Mr.. Booth and Mr.. Forrest still conversed
IN rambling way, but they kept time to
n m a
tragcdian.
DO you play tho Sailors Hornpipo. Ed
VIM"
Yes, sir"
play it."
Mr. Forrest now arose. So did Jun:u,
Brutus Booth. Their faces Wcru as solemn
as if they were playing Richard Ill. at
ono night stand, but gently they ieil to
skipping the light and iiippant toe, till at
last, in the retirement uf this room, the
two great ira TcdianS, with no more mlrth
in their faces than there is in the prospects
for tho Grant monument fund, hoed 1t
down, to the banjo plunkety- plunkinss OF
Edwin Booth.
When Horace Scavcr. 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 from COhasset by Il
FAST train. That is whore he made Il mis-
take. Ii lie had read the wisdom of tho
great scholar and railway savant Robert j.
Burdette, he would have known that the
man who is in hurry should take the slow
train. The Cannon Ball train is generally
three hours late and the Flying Dutchman
is frequently abandoned, but the Jerkwatcr
Mixed train is reported on time.
SO Mr.. Robson was a little late, and tho
enormous audience thronGed the aisles and
extended even outside OF Paine Hall, so
that he couli not sot in at ALL Colonel In
eersoll was delivering his tribute to the
dead. He spoke of Mr.. Scaver's great
kindness of heart and said that he did not
ask God to 70 givo his enemies. He for
gave them himself. His sympathy was
wide as want, and, like tho sky. bent above
Il suffering wo.ld. lie knew that antiquity
added nothing to prObability-that lapse Of
time can never take the place of cause
and that t 10 dust can never gather thick
enough upon mistakes to make them equal
with the truth"
But MIR. Robson could not get in. He
stated to those on the outskirts OF the crowd
that no was "one Of tho rall"bearers and
must got in."
"Oh. look at tho pail bearer" remarked
the crowd. Isn't he pretty pail bearerT
queried those who could not get in them-
selves. as they bored holes in Mr.. Robson
with their keen elbows He tried once more
to make 1t understood that he was one OF
the pail bearers but his voice was split up
the back and II loud round OF mirth was
the Immediate reply.
"Anerward," said Mr. Robson, Il learned
that several others had tried to get in be-
fore | arrived on the ground that they were
pail bearers, and SO the crowd was ready
for me. BY that time. If had known that
by giving my name | would have heen car
ricd in ON Il bed of roses, l could not have
done it. l went away. and, as L did so,
heard a man say: He is indeed healthy
looking pail bearer. is he not? He is prob
ably some one who lives here n Boston and