The Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1893-1901, 1893-07-01

The FUEL MhDI. An oBEiSANtE.
He is away" said the clay bank youth
who was looking over the forms for what
is called by the printer the typographical
beetle or type louise, aud which the reader
may possibly be able to see if ne will ask
the foreman of this office. He has gone
down cellar to see if he can't hurry up
the decomposition of his cheese for
Christmas. He may yet again of this
place be upon ? o'clochen."
The poet waited, listening to the sozzle
Of the rain and the loud, sucky PUNK of
the wooden shoe of the common peasant
outside: also he could hear below the
loud. coarse argument between Gluten.
berg and the cheese.
Il am a-weary," said the poet Here
is a III low man who could not
write a stanza of a ong vet he is able
to W cheese N keep it till it gets ii
bead on it. He, forsooth. could not even
write The Cork Leg or the Had and
yet he is able to retain his cheese till it
can jump d Grail fence.
why Is il:
why can a German tinker who knows
a little magic. such as how To make an
omelet in a plug hat with an oil stove
or turn the jack from the bottom of tie
back and Vet have as many victuals the
next morning as ever. 90 on making
money. while |. who bring tears to
fevered eyes and sobs from the breast of
the young and fair. have not dipped my
parching beak in IA beaker or bathed nv
cunning little mustache in "A stein of cool
beer since week before last"
After "a time the heavy tread of tho
publisher was heard coming up the stairs.
and in the gray light Of the office the
poet saw the strong features of Johann
Gutenberg of the great publishing house
of Gutenberg. Faust d Schoeffer, printers
Of royal equestrian work. bank work.
county work. show printing. such as
handbills, programmes, dodgers, hangers
and immoral posters at low prices.
'Gute mochsin." said the great in
on book publishing As he gave that
peculiar but enticing melody to his voice
which the American without tonsilitis
can never hope to acquire. I'VE gates"
The poet made an obeisance SO sudden
and so earnest that his surprised and
astonished digester ratified against his
ribs like everything.
CUTE mochgin, mynheer," he said.
.'Oxcoose me-
He then sat down again and ate a little
of the paste to give him strength. Then
he told his business.
Il want" he said in a low but respect
full voice. Ito print a small book of my
poems.'
All" said Mr.. Gutenberg, you'll
have to see Schoeffer about that. | at
tend to the reissue of sacred works. |
am now writing and getting ready an
expunged edition of the Bible that will
be as good a Christmas book as you ever
saw. | am one of the best expnrgators
in the business, but poetry doesn't catch
on. | could make a good living just by
expurgating alone.
'.Schoefer is the man for You to see.
and the poetaster."
With that he bit into a big red apple
and went up stairs in order to indicate
that the interview was at an end.
The poet asked for Mr.. Schoeffer. but
he was put of town trying to get the tax
list and county printing for Strasburg.
It was several days before the poet
went back again to the Office and wiped
his feet on the large hole at the threshold
worked in gray coffee sacking and used
1t that time for doormats.
The poet had been i'll. He had been
invited to drink something and had
stomach. Il have not eaten anything"
he said. as if to himself, but l annot
lose this opportunity in order to go about
the whole city seekin. to comply with