Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1889-11-23

boy and the insulting language he used to
do not speak of it, said the old man
softly. He told the doctor and me and his
sorry indeed, very sorry indeed. Your err
rand is unnecessary. however. sir. the boy
is dead
Then the man went home and did not
lau.h any for two or three days. Any boy
almost can :! pick on him now and he does
Robson tells story as we'll as anybody
know. and wish might do it half as well
in print as he does in conversation. He is
full Of "reminiscences. and all of them OF In
terest He tells of little incident In the
life of the elder Booth which was not of
such greet Importance in history. but I
would have given good sum II I could have
been concealed somewhere so that could
have seen the performance.
Young Edwin Booth was just then get
ting so that he could play the banjo pretty
well. He was doing so In his father 8 study
one day when the great Forrest entered.
The elder Booth had the most profound
respect and esteem for the genius Of For
rest. and 80 he tried to get Edwin to con-
eeal his flippant banjo. But Forrest grand
ly motioned him to go on with it.
DO you play Zip Coon. Edwin asked
Mr.: Forrest in deep. reverberating tones.
Play it.
The great Hamlet then proceeded to
PUNK the exhilarating notes OF the late Mr..
Coon.
Forrest conversed with the elder Booth
q little. but he kept time with his foot to the
lascivious blessings of young Edwin's
banjo.
DO you play the Gray Eagle. Edwin"
asked the Great Forrest.
Yes. sir.
Play 1t.
Mr.. Booth and Mr.. Forrest still conversed
In q rambling way. but they kept time to
the melodious piunkings OF the young
tra2edian.
do you play the Sailors Hornpipe. Ed
VIM"
Yes. SIR"
PLAY it"
Mr.. Forrest now arose. So did Junius
Brutus Booth. Their faces were as solemn
one night stand. but gently they fell to
skipping the light and fippant toe. till at
last. in the retirement OF this room, the
two great tragedians, with no more mirth
In their faces than there is in the prospects
for the Grant monument fund. hoed it
down. to the banjo plunkety- plunkings of
Edwin Booth.
when Horace Seaver. 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 ut the
time set he rode over from Cohasset by
fast train. That is where he made mis-
take. II he had read the wisdom Of the
great scholar and railway sayant. Robert j.
Burdette. he would have known that the
man who is in hurry should take the slow
train. The Cannon Ball train il generally
three hours late and the Flying Dutchman
Il frequently abandoned. but the Jerkwater
Mixed train is reported on time.
So Mr.. Robson was q little late. and the
enormous audience thronged the aisles and
extended even outside OF Paine Hall. so
that he could not get In at all Colonel In
eersoll was delivering his tribute to the
dead. He spoke of Mr.. Sesyers great
kindness of heart. and said that he did not
ask God to TO give his enemies. He for
gave them himself His sympathy was
wide as want. and. Ike the sky. bent above
q suffering world. ke knew that antiquity
added nothing to prAbability-that lapse Of
time can never take the place OF cause
and that the dust Gin never gather thick
enough upon mistakes to make them equal
with tho truth.
But Mr. Robson could not get in. He
stated to those on tAe outoAfts Of the crowd