The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1893-05-18
lsAAc,s LITERARY OPPORTUNITY.
just Now lie Is Printers Devil, but lie
May Develop some Day.


May Develop some Day.
What's your boy Ike dom daown |
Boston, Jerome:" 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 II WAS
vaguely reported in the village that 'he d
had great doin's daown blow with Ike.
Isaac, replied Mr.. Sargent in a tone
of i'll concealed pride. lis right in TIL
midst o things, ken jest tell ye! NJ
wife. she's allns held TO it that Isaac he'd
got t be some kind of Il library Teller
when he'd got his growth, an | declare
fort, it does appear : ef he was III a
pooty 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 III ar
aout.'
DO tell" gasped the postmaster, with
an expression Of the greatest and most
flattering amazement on his sharp fca
tured countenance.
YES. sir" said Mr.. Sargent, seeing
that he had made decided impression
on his listener. Il was raound With
Isaac quite little spell one mornin. hut
lawzee, | couldn't stand no sech fluster-
in. hurryin times as he hes night along,
'Twould kill me right off. or anyways |
shouldn't never be fit for anXthin aSln
after week o sech work! But Isaac
likes il. an seems t feel real easy an on
concerned 'baont gcttn raound. There ;
one thing his ma an | would like t hey
changed though, that's tn short rations
O time they give him t GIT from enc
place t another an back agin.
Hes t hurry, docs he:' inquired the
postmaster,
"He cert'nlr docs" replied Mr.. Sar-
gent. crossing his hands on his knees and
surveying the effect medltatlvely as he
talked. "Isaacs likely boy at learnin,
an they'd orter give him little more OF
a chance, seems S ef,
"Well. naow, what is Ike dom precise
w" 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, amt cal'latin t tell ye jest
tn name they give t boy in lsaac's p 81
ton" 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 I
it's customary. an don't mean what We
might s'pose or anythin like it. What
Isaac docs is t kerry what he tells me
they call proof literary folks do
back an forth betwixt them that writes
an them that prints. Jest think o that.
Right in with EN- all, Isaac is
do TIL folks that he works for set
much by him. inquired the postmaster
in tone of great respect
9TH 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 ct
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 TIL printin folks are.
An said t. him, sort of encouragin, for
thought he seemed kind o daoubt-
full, Why, Isaac, what good thing it
w'd be for ye eff some o them writin'
folks sh'd take real shine t we an have
a 1;ttla ta1k with va naOW an aVin 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 we
haow they write, an so on, says l. Isaac
didn't >seem t. think twas likely. but l
do, an so docs his ma!
when a boy" said Mr.. Sargent,
rising as he heard the sound of the ap-
preaching coach, hes chance like
Isaac's, theirs no KNOWN what may come
t himr'-Youths Companion.