The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1892-04-22

ears one morning as | stood at my case
busily setting type. | knew at once
that a member of the travelling fratern-
ity had made his advent. lie was IL
queer looking individual, dusty, ragged
and forsalIen. His clothing seemed to
be made up of the contribution of all
classes of people. A broadcloth Prince
Albert coat gave him IL decidedly minis
terial look, which was sadly dispelled
by a jaunty crush hat which vainly
tried to hide his rough, uncombed hair
He passed on to the next room and
resumed my work. After awhile he
came back,
Say. pari, have Won got Il nickel
'bout?' he asked. "i'he foreman is 60
ing to give me some work and want to
get "a bite to eat"
duly contributed and he passed
out.
The next morning when entered the
composing room he had been installed
in the same ALLEY" with myself and
was hard at work. And SO he stayed
He was "a fine workman, II thorough
master of his trade, and he declared that
he was tired of tramping and was going
to settle down.
81 haven't always been tramp" he
vouchsafcd as he got on his stool at my
side. Upon my expressing my gratiti-
cation, he continued:
II should say not. was one of the
biggest men in big state one day,
young man, Owned one of the finest
daily papers in the west. They didn't
call me Old Pete, them" he continued,
musingly. more to himself than to me.
81 was Hon. Peter: Burbanks then, and
had nice home; now I'm Old Pete, the
tramp"
thought actually saw tears glisten
in the old mans eyes. but must have
been mistaken. The truth is. several
years experience with his genus had
taught me that the wonderful tales they
always told of their previous lives were
not to be credited as absolutely true.
| looked at the old man ptyingly
His bent and shrunken form and I'M
cared for person were certainly worthy
of compassion. His fingers mechani-
cally deposited each letter in its proper
apartment. but his thoughts were far
away.
"How did you come to be II tramp?"
asked, to arouse him.
''Oh, it got too rich for me: couldn't
stand success, you know"
He looked at me dcfiantly. and |
knew that his light answer was given
merely to conceal some circumstance.
some tragedy, perhaps, of his life of
which even he, tramp that he was, could
not bring himself to speak.
"low long have you been on the
road?" | inquired.
Ten years. Haven't been back to nv
old home or heard a word from there in
all that time. Just been trampin
trampin', working a day here and day
there"
Again the veteran fell into a reverie
and the click, click of the type was the
only sound that broke the silence of the
composing-room. Old Pete would talk
to whoever would listen. He had been
everywhere and had seen many things
He told wonderful tales of his exploits,
of the things he had done and the
notable people he had met, all of which
were pronounced "tishy" 10y the work
men.
The governor sent for me one morn
ing he was saying one day rs en-.
tered the composing room and joined Il
group Of workmen who were waiting
for the one o'clock signal
"What'd he want of you?" asked the
galley boy. doubtingly.
Waited me To go down to Carbon
dale and see if it would be necessary to
order out the militia To put down Il riot
among the miners"
| looked At him and thought that
truly he had the appearance ri an ann
bassador for the governor.
Didn't want to go, but the governor
assisted aud | went. Things looked
ugly wI,en got there, but talked TO
the miners and before left every thing
was aS quiet az summer morn. The
governor wanted 10 give me Il Job that
paid five ,housaud dollars Year To pay
<cT that, but would not have it. Got