Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-26
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 May Develop Some Day.

Suss NOW He AS n Printers Devil, but He
 May Develop Some Day.
 Whats your boy Ike doin daown t Boston, Jeromey asked the Hilldale post master one stormy night, while he and Jerome Sargent waited for the coach to arrive. Mir. 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 Mir. Sargent in tone of ill concealed pride, ''is right in tn midst O thingp, ken jest tell vel M wife, she's allus held to 1t that Isaac he'd got t be some kind of lit'rary feller when he'd got his growth. an declare fort, it does appear s ef he was in a booty far way t kerry aout his mas d'sires He's jest right in amongst a mess O tn ht'rary folks tn hull 'durin time; sees 'em real informal day in an aoutF
 Do tellP gasped the postmaster, with an expression of the greatest and most fattering amazement on his sharp fea- tured countenance.
 'Yes, sir" said Mir Sargent, seeing that he had made Q decided impression on his listener. ''I was raound with Isaac quite little spell one mornin, but lawzee, couldn't stand no sech f1uster- in, hurryin times as he hes right alongl 'Twould kill me right of, or anyways l shouldn't never be fit for anythin agin after week O sech worki 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 hey 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. doos heg" inquired the postmaster.
 "He cert'nly doos," replied Mir. Sar- gent, crossing his hands on his knees and surveying the effect meditatively as he talked. "Isaac's likely boy at learnin, an they'd orter give him little more of a chance, seems s eff"
 "Well, naow. what is Ike doin precise ly2" inquired the postmaster after Q 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, ain't cal'latin t tell ye jest tn name they give t boy in Isaac's psi tion," remarked the father prudently. "Tt w'd strike ye kind O queer, same as it did me fust off, till Isaac explained baout it? ain't deemed it hardly wise t tell his ma even jest yet, for she's kind O notional, an 'taint q booty name no two ways 'baout itl But it appears t it's customary, an don't mean what ye might s'pose or anythin like it. What Isaac doos 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 thatl Right in with 'em all, Isaac isr
 "Do tn folks that he works for set much by himY' inquired the postmaster in a tone of great respect.
 9Th printin folks set heap by him." replied MT. 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 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 said t him, sort of encouragin, for I thought he seemed kind O daoubt- ful, Why. Isaac, what good thing it w'd be for ye ef some O them writin' folks sh'd take a real shine t ye an have little talk with ye naow an agin whilst they was finishin 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 l. Isaac didn't seem t think twas likely, but do, an so doos his mai
 ''Whcn q boy said MT. Sargent, rising as he heard the sound of the ap- preaching coach, Ines Q chance like Isaac's, ther's no knowin what may come t hilnw-Youth's Companion.