Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1904-09-08
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M7ARCUC BRUNDCR
BY HOWARD REYNOLDS
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Picking his way carefully through
the crowded down town streets had
oiten noticed a strange, bent figure
man of remarkably shrewd and In.
teillgent face-but having the appear.
ance OF premature age and wearing
that look peculiar t. those deprived of
some important faculty. What he lack
90 could not conjecture. At first |
thought the shrewd eyes might be
sfghtless, but the man never hesitat-
90 In taking step among the whirl-
ing vehicles. Then deafness suggest
go itseif as the old mans infirmity,
out was In turn dismissed. The enor-
! nous horn slung to a strap across his
shoulder did not resemble a speaking
trumpet-it looked more like an i'm.
mense megaphone, except for its
gracefully curved outlines and hand.
some enamel and nickel finish. The
popularity that attracted most atten.
uon-one at which almost every idle
pedestrian stopped to stare-was the
ood-lookfng old mans inveterate habit
Oh hitcnlng up on shoulder and fire.
quently bringing the smaller end of bis
queer horn on line with his hat
brim. The only remaining alterna.
tive, therefore. seemed to suggest that
this strange looking individual must
De dumb, but had contrived some ex
uaordinary kind of instrument fCr
making himself ineligible to others.
but here theory was opposed by the
fact that, so far as my observation
went, he never tried to communicates
with others.
IL was, therefore, with surprise. not
unmixed with qualification, that +
saw MIN one day stop suddenly. with
one of his peculiar bitches, and extend
cordial hand to my friend Hudson
VINO is In the electrical supply bust
ness. They carried on brief but
apparently animated conversation. and
when they separated | fastened after
hudson and inquired the name of
MS queer acquaintance,
mat! cried Hudson. why, that's
Marcus Brunder and his horn.
thought everybody knew about Mar.
Gus. Come, step in and lunch with me.
and III tell you all about him."
AS we lunehed Hudson talked and
told me the following strange story
and as | give 1t pretty nearly in his |
exact words, | shall use no marks Of |
quotation:
For years, you know, | have had a
store fronting on Devonsbire street
u Is on the ground floor. its large
windows afford a broad
view OF the busy thoroughfare and
above all, it is particularly central and
But 1t is frightfully, maddeningly
noisy Ordinary conversation Is rem.
Tered practically impossible during
business hours.
Formerly | used to take nrosnactiye
buyers into the big fireproof vault at
ne extreme rear of the office. until
me DAY there was trouble with the
ock l happened to be inside at the
ime, So was the president Of one
u the largest concerns in New Eng.
and.
IL was cheerful moment when
fter two hours of semi-suffocation
Win our noses against cold steel
oor-slll, the professional safe-openers
n the outside announced that thew
'ould be obliged to use dynamite
'hen we crawled out the prospective
ustomer had lost both eyebrows, most
MS ha1r, and one whisker. And he
idn't buy the goods, after all!
But, Notwithstanding all the draw.
acks, | have somehow stuck to the
ime old store; why, | can't exactly !
~; its just my disposition. hate a
mango l
One morning l had just arrived in J
once. when in walked Brunder. q