The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-07-04

heard to shrek in our midst; ana on tut
whole am glad Of it.
The villagers are kindly people. They
are rather iucoherent on the subject OF
the war. but not more SO, perhaps, than
are people elsewhere. One citizen, wnc
usei to sustain u good character. sub
scribed for The Weekly New York her
aid u few months since. and went Il
studying the military map in that well
known journal for the fircside. l neeo
not inform You that his intellect now
totters. and he has morsgayed his farm
In Il literary point of view we are blood
thirsty. A pamphlet edition Of the life
of a cheerful being. who slaughtered his
wife ami child. AMI then finished him
self. is having an extensive sale just
now.
The store-I must not forget the store
It is IN object Of great interest to me-
usually encounter there Oh sunny after
Moons. an old Revolutionary soldier. YOU
may possibly have read about Another
Revolutionary Soldier gone" but this Is
one who hasn't gone, and. moreover, one
who doesn't manifest the slightest inten
ton of going. He distinctly remembers
" ashington. Of course; they all do: but
what wish to call special attention t.
is the fact that this Revolutionary sol
der is one hundred years old. that his
eyes arc 80 good that he can read fine
print without spectacles-he never used
them, by the way-and his mind is per-
fectly clear. He is little shal1y in one
of his legs, but otherwise he is US active
as most men of forty.five, and his gener-
al health is excellent. He uses no to-
bacco, but for the last twenty years he
has drunk one glass of liquor every day
no more, no less. He says he must
have his tod. had begun to have lurk
ing suspicious about this Revolutionary
soldier business, but here is an original
Jacobs. But because . man can drink ~
glass of liquor day and live to be Il
hundred years old, my young readers
must not infer that by drinking two
glasses Of liquor . dav : msn can live t..
he two hundred. (which, I meantef
say, it doesn't foller," u Joseph Gargefy
might observe.
This store, in which may constantly
be found calico and nails and fish and
tobacco in kegs and snuff in bladders. is
. venerable establishment. As long age
rs 1914 it was an institution. The
country troops ON their way to the de-
Tense of Portland, then mcnaced by
British ships-of-war, were drawn up in
front of this very store and treated ut
the towns expense. Citizens will tell
you how the clergyman refused to pray
for the troops because he considered the
war an unholy one; and how u somewhat
eccentric person of dissolute habits vol
unteered his services, stating that lie
once had an uncle VINO was u deacon
! and he thought he could make a toler-
able prayer, although it was rather out OF
his line; and how he prayed so long and
absurtlly that the colonel ordered him
under arrest, but that even while soldiers
stood over him with cleaning bayonets
the reckless being sang Il preposterou.
song about his grandmother's spotted
calf, with its Ri-fol-lol-tiddery-i- lido
after which he howled dismally.
And speaking of the store reminds me
| of a little story. The author of "severa
successful comedies" has been among us
and the store was anxious to know vht
tho stranger was. And therefore tn,
store asked him.
''What do you follow, STRIP respect
fully inquired the tradeslnan.
II occasionally write for tho stage
SIR"
"Oh!' returned the tradcsman in
confused manner.
'Ho MEANS" said all honest villager
with desire to help the puzzled trades
man out, The means that he writes tn
handbills for the stage drivers!'
Ibelieve that story is new, although
perhaps it is not Of I'M uproariousl.
mirthful character; but one hears sto
ries ut the store that are old enough
goodness knows stories which, no doubt
diverted Methuselah in tho sunny day
Of his giddy and thoughtless boyhood.
Sometimes I go a-visiting to farm
house, ON which occasion the parlor
opened. The windows have been clos
shut ever since the last visitor was there
and there is dingy smell that strus
gle as calmly as possible with, until
am led to the banquet of steaming ho
biscuit and custard pie. If they woul
only let me sit in the dear old fashione'
kitchen or ON the door stone-if the
knew how dismally tho new black flu,
niturc looked; but never mind, a,n nc
rcformcr. No, l should rather thin
not.
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