St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-11-30

blonde youth of some fifteen summers,
drew up alongside the platform. He
began to load the goods.
"Wh0se boy are you my lad?' | In
quired III tone calculated 70 win con-
fidence and inspire reciprocity.
My name is Norval Willets, SIR he
replied defferentially, 'and my father
resides nine and fiye-eighths miles
southwest of Rialto.'
"'And where is Rialto?' I asked
huskily.
"'You are standing on 1t, SIR he an
swered, throwing another egg-case into
the lumber wagon.
"'There appears to be no boarding
house in this vicinity
mo, sir; the nearest hostel Is dis
tant twenty-three miles to the eastward
Excuse me, but did they eject you from
the tramp
mo, my lad; had ticket to this
this sidewalk. Evidently the people
who laid this town out have gone away
and forgotten to return
1.-The prettiest part Of the town isn't
here.'
"'Where is it?'
"'Down in the county clerks Office ON
big red and blue map
"'What will you take to carry me
nome with you for the night? There
are no trains either way until to-mor-
row noOn.'
81 will take 50 to carry you home
and rs cents to bring you back
las we BOWED along over the buffalo
grass and swayed gently through the
swales and draws of the prairie, l asked
the boy what business his father fol-
lowed.
"'He edits the Rialto REQUIEM
'Ha! l calculated, almost falling off
the sea. lis he Journalistic
He is, indeed. Our family Of six are
all closely identified with the press in
various capacities. My brother George
is special correspondent for number
OF st. Paul and
Minneapolis Dailies,
my mother writes for the Little Tod
dler, my sister Kate prepares great
deal of copy for the Requiem and does
the social; Archibald, another brother,
sets type and contributes to the Farm
ers' Firm Friend and Fertilizer, and
am going to do the state legislature for
the Requiem this winter, SO father
says
"'You say, my unfortunate child of
genius, that your sister Kate does the
social for the Requiem; how far away is
your nearest neighbour
"'Only three miles,
What have you concealed in that
long, brown bundle with the big, white
label?'
"'Those are our patent insides for the
Requiem
my son, pause; let me alight,' 1
said, sternly.
why such precipitancy on your
part" demanded the youth. will you
not continue on with ME to the Officer"
81 cannot, child. Your associations
are too rich for my blood. Put me down
on to the cool bosom of dear mother
earth. There let me Sweetly Slumber
through the starlit night until the COM
ing of the eaSt-bound train. Put me
down and let me lose myself on the
bOundless prairies of the far West,
away from the horrible haunts of poor.
weak. literary man. Put me down and
keep the 50 for your thoughtful consid
Grafton in communicating your helliSh
secret before we had gone too far!'
Then hastily descended from the
vehicle and walked back to the plat
form, under which l slept all night.
Then came East. Such is calm, dis
passionate recital of my adventures in
search of total secluslon from the grind
OF literature"
Then MIR. Cudworth went away with
his great grief, and turned to record
the above history of his search for an
intellectual vacuum. DICK STEELE.