The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1891-07-02

ing suspicious about this Revolutionary
soldier business, but here is an original
Jacobs. But because q man can drink u
glass Of liquor = day and live TO be n
hundred years old. my young readers
glasses Of liquor q day man can live to
be two hundred. (which. I meantel
say. IL doesn't foller. as Joseph Gargery
might observe.
This store. in which may constantly
be found calico and nails and fish and
tobacco in kegs and snuff in bladders. IL
Q venerable establishment. As long ago
a. 1914 il was an institution. The
country troops ON their way 10 the de-
fense Of Portland. then menaoed by
British ships-Of-war, were drawn up in
front 81 this very store and treated at
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 n somewhat
eccentric person of dissOlute habits vol
unteered his services, stating that he
once had an uncle who was n deacon
and he Thought he could make tOler-
able prayer, although it was rather out Of
his line: and how he prayed 80 long and
allsurJlly that the colonel ordered him
under arrest. but that even while soldiers
stood over him with cleaning bayOnets
the reckless being sang a prepOsterOus
song about his grandmothers spotted
calf, with its Ri-fOl-lol-tiddery-
after which he hOwled dismally.
And speaking Of the store reminds me
Of little story. The authOr of several
successful comedies" has been among us,
and the store was anxious to know who
she stranger was. And therefore the
store asked him.
What do You follow. sir?' respect
fully inquired the tradesman.
81 occasionally write for the stage,
sir"
"OhT' returned the tradesman in o
confused manner.
He means" said an honest villager,
with desire TO help the puzzled trades
man out, "he means that he writes the
handbills for the stage drivers!'
! believe that story Is new, although
perhaps IL Is not Of an uprUariously
mirthful character; but one hears sto-
ries at the store that are old enough,
goodness knOws-storiesw which. no dOubt,
diverted Methuselah in the sunny days
Of his giddy and thoughtless boyhood.
Sometimes go a-visiting TO a farm
house, ON which occasion the parlor is
opened. The windows have been close
shut ever since the last visitor was there,
and there is q dingy smell that strug-
gle rs calmly as possible with, until I
am led 10 the banquet of steaming hot
biscuit and custard pie. II they would
only let me sit in the dear old fashioned
kitchen or ON the door stOne-if they
knew how dismally the new black fur
niture looked; but never mind. am not
q refOrmer. No, should rather think
not.
Gloomy enough, this living on farm,
yOu perhaps say, in which case yOu are
wrong. can't exactly say that pant
to be an Rgriculturist, but I do know
that in the main IL is an independent,
calmly happy sort Of life. can see how
the prosperous farmer can 60 joyously
a-field with the rise Of the sun, and how
his heart may swell with pride over
bOunteous harvests and sleek oxen. And
IL must be rather jolly for him on winter
evenings 10 sit before the bright kitchen
fire and watch his rosy boys and girls
as they study out the charades in the
weekly paper, and gradually find out
why my first IL something that grows in
q garden. and my second is n fish.
On the green hillside over yOnder there
Ii 4 quivering Of snowy drapery, and
bright hair Is flashing in the morning
sunlight II Is recess, and the Seminary
girls are running in the tall grass.
Looking at these girls reminds me that
I, too, was once yOung-and where are
the friends Of my yOuth2 / have found
one Of 'em, certainly. | saw him ride in
the circus the other day on n bareback
horse. and even now his name stares ut
me from yOnder board fence in green
and blue and red and yellow letters.
DashingtOn, the youth with whom
used 10 read the able Orations Of Cicero,
and who. as n declaimer on exhibition
days, used to wipe the rest Of rs boys
pretty handsomely Out-well. Dashing-
ton is identified with the halibut and cod
interest-drives q fish cart In fact from
q certain town on the coast back into
the interior. Hubertson, the utterly
stupid boy-the lunkhead who never had
his lesson-he's about the ablest lawyer
q sister state can boast. Mills lie q news
paper man, and IL Just now editing Q
Major General down South.
SinglinsOn, the sweet-voiced boy. |
whose face was always washed and who |
was real good, and who was never rude |
he IL in the penitentiary for putting |
his uncle's autograph 10 q financial dOcu- |
ment. Hawkins. the clergymanis son,
IL an actor, and Williamson. the good |
little boy who divided his bread and |
butter with the beggar-man, Il failing |
and makes money by il. Tom |
Sink. who used 10 smoke short-sixes |
and get acquainted with the little circus |
boys, IL popularity supposed 10 be the |
Of . cheap gambling estab- |
lishment in Boston, where the uncertain |
prop IL nightly tossed. Be sure, the |
Army Is represented by many Of the
friends Of my youth. the most Of whom |
have given . good account Of them
selves. But ChalmersOn hasn't done
much.
No, Chalmerson Il rather Of failure. |
he plays On the guitar and sings love
songS Not that he is q bad man. A
kinder hearted creature never lived, and /
they say he hasn't vet got over crying
for his little curly haired sister who died
ever 20 long ago. But he knows nothing
about bushes, politics, the world, and
those things. He IL dull at trads.-in-
deed, 10 Il q common remark that ''every-
body cheats Chalmerson.- He came 30
The party the other evening. and brOaeht