Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-06-19
"SLUG SEVEN'S SUB"
EY EMMA LYNDON.


long walk OF twenty five miles since
morning. and wet and cold with the
dismal rain and sleet that was falling
outside.
He did cot present an attractive APP
pearance-a face that needed both
shaving and wa hing, Drowned by
constant exposure and q pair OF
great eyes that looked hungrily
around the strange rooms as il in
! search of something he never found; a
coat that might once have graced the
form of q gentleman of leisure-pr0b.
ably contributed by some "dude"
printer in a philanthropic mood. but
which had long since lost thelast trace
of respectability-an old SLOUGH hat,
battered by wind and wheather, and
hard usage, like its owner.
No one could have told. or even
guessed with any degree of accuracy.
the man's age. He may have been fit.
ty or thirty-ive years old. No mat
ter-no one cared sufficiently to in
quire or wonder. He walked slowly
across the room, stopping at last to
watch dreamily the dett fingers OF one
OF the printers who was distributing
his case for the nights work.
The worker glanced over his shout
der at another man who sat behind
him, saying indiffierently:
"Here you are, slug soven."
Slug seven, who had evidently been
longing for q Sub" threw himself
carelessly off his stool, depositing a
dozen lines OF type on the stone,
, and turning to the stranger, said:
s'Want to work? Jump on to that
| case"
The tramp hesitated-only q second
-murmuring something about being
tired; then YEARLY took off his shabby
coat, exposing to view shirt which
had no original color, and vest
equally grlmy and dilapidatel. But
when once at work, sending the type
hither and thither in the process of
distribution. the weary look on his
face grew a trifle less perccptible, and
an occasional smile lurked in the cor
ner of his mouth at the Jokes that
went around the room.
| Outside, the November sleet beat
against windows, and the streets wei
almost deserted. Within the COM
posing-room all was life and fun and
laughter; merry talk mixed with the
click, click OF type from hundred
fingers.
Thoughtless, light-hearted workers,
earning their money deity and swift.
ly, and managing to be dead broke
each week as payday came around.
''Where did you work last?" asked
a young fellow who stood beside the
tramp.
"ln Philadelphia" he answered.
stopping his work for q moment.
"But that was two weeks ago, haven
had any work since"
"Thau's hard luck" carelessly.
1--WE fellows are used to that" with
little bitter laugh.
"Pretty tired, aren't your" said
'slue seven." walking up and noticing
the weary look in his subs" face.
eyes; and have a pain between
my shoulders that cut like knife. ]
must work tonight. though" turning
away to pick up handful OF type.
A tall. heavy-built man stalked in
to the room at this juncture. He
glanced sharply at the new man, tax
ing in his general outside appearance
in one swift look, from the brown. un.
shaven face to the shabby shoes that
scarcely concealed his feet. A sudden
hush fell upon the noisy crowd. The
business manager of the. concern was
not inclined to encourage levity. He
walked over to the foreman's table
whispered something in his ear and re-
ceived the answer.
Hes all tight: a little rough look
ing, but printer is a printer we're
three frames short tonight"
The business manager walked out,
after which the Jokes and general free
dom OF speech were resumed.
Six o'clock sounded from the differ.
emit city shop-bells, the Whistles blew.
the old coniposing-room clock Changed
out six sharp notes. The Office was
nearly deserted. The tramp fingered,
looking with a true compositor's
pride at the heaped.up case out Of
whlch ne might pull q gOOd string.
If he were not so tired, and that old
pain in his shoulders were not quite
so sharp. though almost taking his
breath at times.
at looks as il I would have to wait
till lunch-time for my supper, but it's
long time till IL o'clock tonight"
he said to himself, as he walked over
to the sink to wash up. No one had
seemed to notice that he must need
food-that he would be obliged to
bunk under bis case-in tho
waste-box, or press.room-anywh
for want OF little money
to procure q lodging outside. None
OF the smart yonng printers who held
regular cases on that enterprisine
sheet could be expected to take to
their respectable boarding places q
man SO dirty and uncouth-lookinga as
this tramp. Even il their hearts
prompted any such action. the fear OF
being snubbed bv their landladiee for