Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1893-04-13
IsAAc,s LITERARY OPPORTUNITY.
just Now He Is a Printers Devil, but He
NAV Develop Some Day.

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May Develop Some Day
What's your boy Ike doin 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 it was
vaguely reported in the village that ''he'd
had great doin's daown blow with Ike. y
Isaac, replied Mr. Sargent in tone
of i'll concealed pride. lis right in tn
midst o things, | ken jest tell We! NJ
wife, she's allus held to it that Isaac he'd
gott be some kind of lit'rary feller
when he'd got his growth, an declare
fort, it does appear s eff he was in a
pooty far way t kerry aout his mas
d'sires. He's jest right in amongst a
mess O tn Et'rary folks tn hull 'durin
time; sees 'em real informal day in an
aoutr'
do tellr' gasped the postmaster, with
an expression of the greatest and most
fiattering amazement ON his sharp fea-
tured countenance.
Yes, SIR" said Mr.. Sargent, seeing
that he had made a decided impression
on his listener. Il was raound with
Isaac quite little spell one mornin, but
lawzee, couldn't stand no sech fuster-
in, hurryin times as he hes right along!
'Twould kill me right off, or anyways l
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 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 he?' 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. ''Isaacs likely boy at learnin,
an they'd orter give him little more of
chance, seems S eff"
We'll, naow, what is Ike doin precise
ly?" 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 c tell We jest
tn name they give t 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 'taint pooty name no
two ways 'baout it! But it appears t
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 'em all, Isaac isI'
do tn folks that he works for set
much by him?" inquired the postmaster
in tone of great respect.
''Th' 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 l 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 C 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. ye an have
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'raps they might kind O set forth t ye
haow they write, an SO on, says 1. 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 ap-
preaching coach, 'hes chance like
Isaac's, theirs no KNOWN what may come
t. hi1nw- Companion.