The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1893-06-15

isAAc's LITERARY OPPORTUNITY. &
Just Now He Is . Printers Devil. but He
May Develop Some Day.
What's your boy Ike dom daown t.
Boston, JeromeT. asked the Hilldale post
master one stormy night, while he and
Jerome Sargent waited for the coach to
arrive. Mr.. Sargent had returned from
visit to Boston the day before, and it was
vaguely reported in the village that "he'd
had great doin's daown blow with Ike"
Isaac, replied Mr.. Sargent in tone
OF i'll concealed pride, lis right in TIL
midst o things, ken jest tell ye! NJ
wife, she's allus held to it that Isaac he'd
got t be some kind of library Teller
when he'd got his growth, an declare
fort, it does appear S eff he was in a
poorly far way t. kerry aout his mas
d'sires. He's jest right in amongst a
mess O tn library folks tn hull 'durin
time; sees EN- real informal day in an
aout!' ..~.
"Do tell!'' gasped the postmaster, with
an expression Of the greatest and most
ffattering amazement on his sharp fea-
tured countenance.
| Eyes, sir" said Mr.. Sargent, seeing
that he had made decided impression
on his listener. Il was raound with
Isaac quite little spell one mornin, but
lawzee, couldn't stand no sech fluster-
in, hurryin times as he hes right along
'Twould kill me right off, or anyways
shouldn't never be fit for anythin agin
after a week O sech work! But Isaac
likes it, an seems t. feel real easy an on
concerned 'baout gettin raound. There's
one thing his ma an l would like t. hev
changed though, that's tn short rations
o time they give him t. git from one
| place t. another an back agin."
''Hes t. hurry docs hep inquired the
| postmaster.
HE cert'nly doos," replied Mr.. Sar-
gent, crossing his hands on his knees and
talked 100 'fgaatc' likely boy at learnin,
an they'd orter give him q little more Of
a chance, seems s ef.' 'o''
"Well, naows what is Ike doin precise
ly?" inquired the postmaster after a
pause, during which he had waited pa
tiently for Mr.. Sargent to give some
more definite information as to his sons
pursuit, which had always been shroud-
ed in mystery.
"Why, l amt cal'latin t. tell ye jest
tn name they give t a boy in Isaac's psi
tion,' remarked the father prudently
1T w'd strike We kind O. queer, same as
it did me fust off, till Isaac explained
'baout it? amt deemed it hardly wise
t tell his ma even jest yet, for she's kind
O notional, an faint a poorly name no
two ways 'baout it! But it appears It
it's customary, an don't mean what ye
might s'pose or anythin like it. What
Isaac docs is t. kerry what he tells me
they call 'proof'-the literary folks do
back an forth betwixt them that writes
an them that prints. Jest think O. that!
Right. in with 'eln all, Isaac ISL
"Do tn folks that he works for set
much by him?' inquired the postmaster
in tone of great respect.
eth printin folks set heap by him, -
replied Mr.. Sargent Its Isaac here
an Isaac there all tn time with Them
Isaac says tn writin men don't seem t
take much to him, but told him that eff
he was a good boy an did his work well
they'd git SO they'd feel real friendly to
him an be glad t. see him whenever he
come in, same as, tn printin folks are
An l said t him, sort Of encouragin, for
| thought he seemed kind O. daolbt-
full why, Isaac, what good thing it
w'd be for We eff some O them writin
folks sh'd take a real shine t. We an have
a little talk with we naow an agin whilst
they was fnishin up their writin for ye
t take off (for Isaac says they never hev
it done when he gifts there hardly)
P'r'aps they might kind O set forth t. ye
| haow they write, an SO on, says |. Isaac
didn't seem t. think twas likely, but
do, an so docs his maj
"When a boy" said Mr.. Sargent,
rising as he heard the sound of the ap-
preaching coach, ''hes a chance like
Isaac's, theirs no KNOWN what ma CON-
t him!"-Youth's Companion.
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