The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1893-05-12
isAAc,s LITERARY OPPORTUNITY.
Just Now He Is q Printers Devil. but He
May Develop Some Day.

Just Now He Is Printers Devil. but He
May Develop Some Day.
What's your boy Ike dom daown t
Boston, JeromeY asked the Hilldale post
master one stormy night, while he and
jerome Sargent waited for the coach to
arrive. Mr.. Sargent had returned from a
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, sis right in tn
midst O. things, ken jest tell vel M
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 'em real informal day in an
aoutr
"Do tellP gasped the postmaster, with
an expression of the greatest and most
f1attering amazement on his sharp fea-
tured countenance.
Eyes, sir" said Mr. Sargent, seeing
that he had made decided impression
on his listener. II was raound with
Isaac quite little spell one mornin. but
lawzee, l couldn't stand no sech fluster-
in, hurryin times as he hes right alongl
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
surveying the effect meditatively as he
talked. 'lsaacs likely boy at learnin,
an they'd orter give him little more of
chance, seems s ef."
"Well, naow, what is Ike dom precise
iy?" inquired the postmaster after
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. amt cal'latin t. tell We jest
tn name they give t. boy in Isaacs psi
ton" remarked the father prudently.
ut 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 pooty name no
two ways 'baout it, But it appears I
it's customary, an don't mean what we
might s'pose or anythin like it. What
Isaac docs is { 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 EN- ALL Isaac ISL
do tn folks that he works for set
much by him." inquired the postmaster
in tone of great respect.
"Th' printin folks set a 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 l told him that Of
he was a good boy an lid 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 | said E him, sort Of encouragin, for
| thought he seemed kind o. daoubt-
full, why. Isaac, what a good thing it
w'd be for We eff some o them writin'
folks sh'd take real shine t. we an have
little talk with we naow an agin whilst
they was finishin up their writin for we
t. take off Qor Isaac says they never hev
it done when he gifts there hardly.
P'r'aps they might kind O. set forth t. We
haow they write, an SO on says l. Isaac
didn't seem t. think twas likely, but !
do, an so docs his ma!
''When boy" said Mr.. Sargent,
rising as he heard the sound of the APP
preaching coach, "hes chance like
Isaac's, theirs no KNOWN what may come
e himp-Youth's COMPANION.