The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1890-06-28
COUNT Tolsro,.


II was sunny day. SAYS Pick and
even the barren Russian landsc,n.
looked bright and cheerful. as tbonqh
it felt that spring was close at ba5d
aud the rigors of the bitter wip,sr
nearly at an end. In field near m.
roadside n large man. with unkemnt
hair and beard. was laboriously stcer-
ing pillow over the surface of IN.
ground, still frostbound and unyieId-
ing.
Two horsemen toiled slowly up tho
hillside road. the one evidently a Rus-
sian officer. the other. from his dress
aud appearance. an American or En-
glish civilian As they passed the
field the officer drew the attention of
his eomrade TO the solitary laborer. and
said something TO him in a low voice
The civilian cast glance of casual
curiosity In the direction indicated.
drew a notebook half out of his poek.t
and put it back again. The two pasS.d
on. and rs they disappeared behind /.
clump of trees. the large man. with a
Respondent grosn, sat down upon
stump. and. with a furtiye look about
him. drew from the pocket OF his
sheepskn ulster \ clay pipe, which he
returned TO It's place with grimace OF
disgust. aud then a package of cigar
cites. of which he selected ono and III il
Darn me- said Count Lyof y. Toll
sioi to himself in the purest Russian.
III don't believe / have made had
break. This communistic-manual-
Dor scheme was all right al first; but il
amt working worth shucks now.
That WAS newspaper correspondent.
| know 'cm when I see 'em-aud ne
wouldn't 80 much as take a note-not
. motel Sees the greatest novelist ia
the world breaking his blooming back
behind a measly pillow and won't so
much As give me a three-line notice in
his fool paper. rs no good. l ought
to have tried something else.
And then / don't ever seem to get
the hang Of a darned thing. Last
spring | planted my wheat in hills and
got the grand guy from every moujik
IN the deestrick. and got an intima-
tion from my brother ia ST. Petersburg
that the Imperial insane asylum had an
eligible padded cell at my disposal
whenever felt inclined 10 be funnv
again. Funny, Maybe he thinks Il
was funny when tired 20 bleach NV
potatoes and got EN- all sproutsd. How
was 70 knoWP Never saw the cussed
things With their skins on in my life.
MAJ be be thiaks it's funny jammiug
this old plow around By taunder, !
b.gin to think that moujik was right
when he told me | oughtn't to begin
blowing tili the frcss got out OF the
gronnd. Herr ! have b-en skiihering
that thing over this ehllblained cast
iron soil the whole moraiug and have
not made = SorAica- On. its siekea-
ingl
Had picture painted Of myself do
ing this act Much good Il did. Peopl.
said 1t looked JUST Ike any other old
fool plo-inE. But what in thunder /. a
popular novelist TO do TO keep bis boom
golng' TheSo women are spoling trade
Tor us any way.
Darn the whole thing, Darn the
publiei Here | am doing days labor
In sheepssin coat taAt would knock
out n too Of musk Ia one round-and
what's my rewart9 Why. this blamed
intelligent. enthusiastic. es;hstie public
goes OF and takes up a Scandinavian
duaor named fb<en. who doesn't do a
blamed thing TO boom himself except to
sit still aud let his hair grow for Al adj
y-rtisemeRt
'-Oh. I, makes me siek-hi there, Is
that those chaps coming baeks Jeru-
salem cricket III &c: a notice out Of
that newspaper clam or III smash the
plow!'
And grasPing his agricultural imple-
meats hrmly BY the handles the eouat
shouted Gee hAw!" to the mule and
checrily. hopefully. and undAunisdly
tired 10 cut through chunk Of field
spar with bis coulter. while the news
paper correspondent and the Russian
officer put their whole souls aud minds
into the pressing business OF taking
drink apiece out Of the newspaper mans