Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1906-09-20

octuIo lOI thirty years W cOUl6.
How much better to have sent them
to the city for reminding every two
or three years, run the risk of their
being lost, and violate the statute
by putting them beyond the GUS
tody of the official having them in
charge. OF course if they had been
destroyed by train-wreck or fire
the cost of their replacing would
have been at least a thousand dol
lars. But what of that? Such a
misfortune would only give the
Republican ofice-seeking patriot
an opportunity to howl the louder
and condemn the thing he now adj
vocates.
Miss Kate Reel went to st. Louis
Monday, where she will spend a
couple of weeks selecting the fall
and winter stock of millinery for
the Lopez Store Company. Miss
Reels long continued service with
the Lopez store makes her singu-
larly we'll acquainted with the
wants and needs of her customers,
and renders her peculiarly we'll
qualified to buy what they desire.
The stock to be brought on this
season will be large and complete
in every line, and the ladies of the
Valley and county are respectfully
invited to call and inspect the ex-
quisite display before making their
purchases. The opening date and
full particulars will be made known
in due time.
One of the REGISTERS esteemed
subscribers came in last Friday
and paid up his arrearage and"then
some" Said he, eff | don't pay
up | may have another dream"
"Did you dream a dream?" asked
the editor. "Yes--several years
ago. I was then two or three
years in arrears on my subscrip-
ton. One night, after retiring,
among other things came the
thought OF my indebtedness to the
REGISTER, and while considering
it l fell asleep. 1t was threshing-
time and l was dead tired after a
hard days labor. How long /
slept I do not know, but all at
once | was again at work at the
threshing machine. After q time
l noticed among the threshers an
old man whose form seemed famil-
lar, but his face was so obscured
by dust and CRIME, and his clothes
were so battered and torn, his hat so
battered and worn, that | could not
fully recognize him. | felt sorry
for him; he seemed too aged and
feeble for his task. In due time
the horn blew for dinner, and we
willingly obeyed it's call, the old
man aforesaid among us. When
we had washed up for the table, /
sought out the mysterious strang-
er, so untitled by the infirmity of
his years for the labor required OF
him. Behold, it was the face of
the editor that met my eye! | was
truly surprised, and said to him,
How is it that you are here en-
gagged in a work so far beyond
your strength?' He replied, What
else can | do? |, must either do
this or starve and go naked! 1t
would be different if you and my
other delinquent subscribers would
pay what you justly owe me; but
necessity knows NJ choice As
the editor spoke his form and all
around me faded into nothingness.
When l awoke the next morning |
mounted my pony, came to town
and squared up a three years debt
with you. want no more such
Dreams" Now, this story, dear
reader, is a good story because it
is absolutely true. 1t is not "made
up" but told exactly as my friend,
the subscriber, related it. OF
course, his dream was off as to the
"infirmity" and all that, but who
looks for consistency in the fancies
that spring in the border-land
'twixt sleeping and wakingP