Cheyenne Transporter. (Darlington, Indian Terr.), Vol. 5, No. 16, Ed. 1, Saturday, May 10, 1884 Page: 2 of 10
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THE CHEYENNE TRANSPORTER.
(INDIAN AND flTOOK JOURNAL.)
0 no. W. Maffist Editor dsl'ropi.
Lafic MnnuiTT Local Editor.
Subscription $1 per Ycnr In Advance.
fiheyenns & A apalioo Aaency Dailingiini Indian Ter.
ONLY A BOY.
Only u boy with his noise and fun
The veriest mystery under the sun ;
Ah brhiiftil of misehfef and wit and glee
An ever a human frame can he;
And as hard to manage as what? ah me I
'Tis hard to tell yet we love him well.
Only a hoy with his fearful tread
"Who cannot he driven but must be led;
Who troubles the neighbors' dogs and eats
.And tears more clothes and spoils more hats
JjOscs more tops and kites and bats
Than would stock a store for a year or more.
Only Ji boy with 1 s wild strange ways
With his idle liom and his busy day;
With his queer remarks and his odd replies
Sometimes foolish and sometimes wise;
Often brilliant for one of his size
As a.meteor hurled from the planet-world.
Only a boy who will be a man
If nature goes 0:1 with its llrst great plan;
Jf water or lire or some fatal snare
Conspire not to rob us of this or our heir
Our blessing our trouble our rest our care
Our torment our joy only a boy.
J 10W AN EDITOR WAS WON.
Mr. Anderson Piekley sifter failing
in the law and .subsequently making
:vn assignment as a merchant went to
it small town and bought the journalis-
tic outlit of a weekly paper. He was
satisfied that he had been called toper-
form the work of an editor especially
as he was rather a dull boy at schoui
lull more especially as his father had
often said: "Anderson I shall never
be surprised to hear that you have
.starved to death."
This declaration would have brought
the shadow of discouragement to any
young man except one designed for
newspaper work and as Ando son
felt no depression lie knew at once
the character of his life's performance
thoug he yielded to persuasion and
went into other business.
At last he had settled down to the
production of newspaper literature.
Tho greasy old hand press was to him
a thing of beauty though another
could have told him it would not be a
joy forever.
The first issue of the Guardian un-
der his administration contained an
exhaustive review of Blaekstono's
works with foot notes complimentary
to Chitty an editorial on national poli-
tics a local notice commending Col-
lins as the leading merchant of the
town and a llatterinir personal men
tion of Uncle Andrew Boyd who had
come in with a few chickens which he
exchanged for plug tobacco snull' and
molasses. Mr. Anderson Piekley could
scarcely believe his eyes when he read
these things his own thoughts and
the work of his own ambitious pen. He
could not see why the folding doors of
.fame should not be immediately
thrown open to him as such a concus-
sion on the part of the doors was but a
matter of time. The printer an old
fellow who had traversed much coun-
try and had worked for many ambi-
tious men agreed with Anderson Pick
ley giving him numerous instances of
sudden reputation and easily acquired
wealth.
1 Now anybody" said tho Mattered
editor "can write these light stories
and make people laugh; but earnest
thought and honest expression are
what the world needs. Take for in-
stance this article on Blaekstonc. 1
-warrant you that these people know
nothing of that great man's history."
"They never heard of him" replied
the printer.
"You are right. Don't know that
.such a man over lived Ilaven-'t had
an opportunity to learn; but now find-
.ing that they have been given an actu-
al piece of information they will thirst
for more and thus increaso the de-
mand for my paper."
Old man Jlecklin who lived near
the village entered and said:
"Lnnlc here 1 got your paper this
;mornin ex-pectin' ter find some news;
but; yor-havo filled it up with a long
artiokle what yer'd hafter pay mo ter
read.'
"Why my dear sir" replied tho ed-
itor "that is a critical examination of
lJlackstono."
"l don't koiof its a 'zamination o'
If he
ignor-
a whet' lone 1 don't want ter read it.
I sigiwd fur yer paper an' paid the
money but ef that's the way yer're
goin' l e.trry on gimme my money
and take yer ole paper" anil the old
man drew out a copy of tho great
journal and threw it on the table.
The editor could not just at that time
refund the money but he would re-
member the amount and pay it when
an opportunity presented itself. The
old man not altogether satisfied with-
drew and the editor turning to the
printer said:
"That old fellow is a crank
desires to gw on his career of
ance all right."
"lie don t amount; to anything" re-
plied the printer taking up a fanciful
of type striking it on the stone and
proceeding to distribute it in a bat-
tered old case.
"What article is that you are tearing
down?"
"Blaekstonc."
"It is a pity to tear anything down
so soon but go ahead. Come in" as
some one rapped timidly on the door.
A wonderfully bright girl in homespun-dress
and nature-spun hair en-
tered. "My pap was here just now" she
said "and wanted you to stop the
paper. I have begged him not to. for
thar mout be something in it after
awhile. He 'lowed that 1 mout do as 1
pleased an' I want yer ter send it on."
"How can such lips be so ungram-
matioal?" mused the editor and then
with a manner embodying all the
courtesy he could summon lie
brought a chair for the girl and begged
her to sit down. "Pa) tole me tcr"ell
yer not to say any thin in yer paper
bout his comin' here an' no't tor send
his paper through the postoilicc fur
I'll come after it every week. Good
bye" and the bewitching smile van-
ished. "What a beautiful girl" said the
editor but my stars how ignorant. A
father who would not send a child to
school and especially such a child as
this is unworthy of respect."
"That's what he is" said the old
printer.
"Tell you what I am half inclined to
do write something that I think will
interest that girl. The older people of
this community have gone beyond re-
call but the young can be gradually
led into a desire to know something."
"That's what they can" replied the
old printer.
"An old man might argue for years
with me and J. would not yield an
inch; but when a beautiful girl with
sunny eyes a springtime mouth and a
mingled complexion of lily and rose
innocently drops a hint why it has
effect."
4 That's what it does" agreed the
old printer.
"Now wouldn't you really advise me
to drop the heavy books oi logic and
for no one else take up the breezy vol-
ume of ttvery day events?"
"That's what I would" acquiesced
the old printer.
Mr. Anderson Piekley thanked tho
old mau for his kind co-operation and
mentally vowed that if to be light
meant success tho doors of prosperity
if not of fame should open unto him.
He went out among the people and col-
lected little bits of their a Hairs and
interviewed a prominent citizen con-
cerning the crop prospects and the
likelihood of increased trade. The
next issue of the Guardian was feath-
ery in its lightness and a humorous ar-
ticle which it contained a joke on a
young man who while wa'king with a
young lady fell oil a foot-log into tho
creek amused the people greatly and
the minister who it is to be hoped
knew more gospel than grammar de
clared that it "mighty nigh tickled'
him to death "it was so powerfully
funnv."
When the girl came to the ollice
again the editor fold her that she
would find a great change in the pa-
per not on account of what her father
had said but solely due to her visit-
She seemed to be highly pleased al-
though she blushed in such radiance
that the editor could not refrain from
gazing at her in tixed admiration.
"You can read 1 suppose" said Mr.
Piekley.
"Oh yes fur I went to school fur
live months."
"That was a very short time my
little lady."
1 thought it was a mighty long
t
time fur tho teacher he wouldn't let
me eat lessen the school wan't tuck in.
J must go. Good bye" and as she
tripped away the editor saw her cover
her face with a heavy veil which she
caught up from under a tree.
"A most remarkable creature" he
mused; "but so very ignorant. I am
half in love with her and if it were not
for her lack of education I do believe
that 1 should eventually propose to
her. She could be taught and then
she would adorn my home."
The next day while talking to a
merchant Piekley asked concerning
the standing of old man Hecklin.
"Hecklin" repeated the mcrch.int;
"J am not acquainted with such a
man."
"He was in my ollice some time ago
and said he lived near here."
"Probably he docs for there are no
doubt many small farmers with whom
I am not acquainted living near
town."
When the girl came for the next is-
sue of the paper she burst into the
ollice and exclaimed:
"Oh Mr. Man yer last paper wn
splendid. Pap 'lowed that he never
seed a better one."
"Lt was all due to you little girl."
"To me?" looking up earnestly.
"Yes for no one else could have in-
lluenced me to change a plan which
had fully matured in my mind."
"What made yer do so much fur
me?"
The old printer was not in the ollice.
The editor and the beautiful girl had
no listeners.
"Because" he said taking her hand;
"because I love you loved you the
moment I' saw you. I know that you
are uneducated' but 1 love you with a
glow of love that no learning c6uld
have created."
He kissed her and leaving a tear on
his cheek she vanished like a rav of
light when the blind is suddenly drawn.
Standing under the tree where her
veil had been left she turned and
pointing to a large house whose tall
roof appeared among the tree tops
said in a voice that thrilled the editor:
"I live over there. You may come
and sec me."
Air. Anderson Piekley was puzzled
He sat down and mused over the
mysterious performance. Her last
words spoken in a voice changed to
most musical sweetness failed to show
ignorance which had 30 troubled the
newspaper man. "I shall go over
there immediately for Pll be hanged
if I can allbrd to neglect my -paper
and worry my brain with turning this
fifteen puzzle round and round."
After giving a few touches to his
toilet and arranging as best he could
his not very elaborate wardrobe he
walked over to the tall house. He
asked a negro if Air. Hecklin lived
there and the negro replied:
"Doan know nuthin' 'bout; no Mr.
Hecklin. Dip heah's whar Colonel
Welkin libes. Yandcr's de colonel on
de poa'ch sah."
More mystery and the editor would
have turned back but a cherry voice
called:
"Come in."
The editor went in. A dignified old
gentleman came forward with a hearty
lauo;h.
"Mr. Piekley" he said "you must
excuse my little deception. My name
is Welkin. Ah! here's Dora. She will
explain."
An elegantly dressed young lad v the
girl who had come after her father's
paper appeared bowed gracefully and
said:
"Come into the parlor."
Seated in an elegantly furnished
apartment the editor still bewildered
looked around him.
"Of course you are astonished and
1 must first tell you what a peculiar
o-irl L am before you will excuse the
freak which has no doubt caused you
some perplexity. I saw you shortly
after your arrival and longed to make
your acquaintance. 1 wanted to know
you as an ignorant country girl and
after the first issue of your 'paper ap-
peared 1 implored my father to dis-
guise himself and call on you which
as you know ho did. Then I called on
you and was as J thought I would be
favorably impressed. My last visit
"Yes your last visit'' said the cdi
tor.
"Well you know about my last visit"
looking down.
" must confess Miss Welkin that
I don't know what to say. When T
kissed you I thought you were a poor
ignorant girl and that J might win
your love marry and educate you."
"Well!"
"I am disappointed."
"Why?"
"Because a bright picture has been
blurred."
"You said that you loved me."
"I do 1 worship you."
"And I loved you before father called
on you"
"J. think quite enough has been said"
remarked the colonel walking com-
placently into the room. "This is Do-
ra's first love affair and I have no
disposition to oppose her" and turn-
ing to leave the room he added: "You
may marry as soon as you please. I
think five or ten thousand dollars
would improve your paper young
man. There you needn't kiss me any
more at present Dora. That's right;
kiss 'm.Opie Jicad in Texas Rifl-
ings. m
Seventy-Five Preachers.
Murderers continue to be "religious."
ivecently when Fitzpatriek the Ken-
tucky murderer was hanged a large
crowd assembled to hear his articles of
faith. While standing on the gallows
the condemned gentleman said:
"My friends. I am here toMie. Jt is
not just but God is with me. 1 am
glad to see so great a congregation
here to-lay. The way I got Into this
trouble was in defending my brother.
1 trust you will all take warning from
this. This is my last day on earth but
it will soon lie a bright 'day of glory.
The preachers have been good to me.
Not less than sevety-five preachers
have been to see me and 1 fhankthom
for it. J hope you will never see such
a sight as this in Columbia no more.
It is God's will 1 reckon and of course
1 ought to put up with it. L ask God
to have mercy on this world. 1 have
not much more to say; I might as well
give up and go." Such utterances are
disgusting. They bring religion into
disrepute and instead of illustrating
the great purifying effect of thegospel
which promises rest to the weary la-
borer east upon it a vile slur which
should not be countenanced by law.
The very men though preachers
who should defend their faith against
such murderous inroads extend en-
couragement. Seventy-five preachers
called on him. How" many of them
would have gone to see a dying man
who had committed no wrong. It is
a great acquisition for a minister of the
gospel to march upon the soatlbld with
a murderer and ask God to receive his
soul. If they believe what they preach
that ;'no murderer hath eternal life
abiding within him" they surely can
not believe that the murderer's soul
will cause any particular sensation in
heaven. Not a vvvy decided clapping
of hands and hallelujahs of great joy
over the blood-stained villain. "Oh"
exclaims Parson Drawnmouth "Christ
forgave a thief on the cross." Yes a
thief but not a murderer. Asked God
to have mercy on the world eh? Well
yes it woukf have been a good idea.
"Alight as well give up and go." It
did look a little that way. "Bright
day of glory" was not qu'fte original
with Air. Fitzpatriek yet. it no doubt
pleased the preachers. Gentlemen
for the love of the pure and humble
don't "convert" the murderer. Let
him sufler all the terrors which a
superstitious belief in a hell of literal
fire can impart. Arbnnsuw Traveler.
J lad a Right.
An old nog ' who"hrrd-'often lec-
tured his son on the evils of intemper-
ance came home drunk. Next; morn-
ing the son went to him and said:
"Dndy thought dat yer tole me nev-
er ter git drunk?"
"Dat's whut I. done chile."
"Wall yer's settin' mo a mighty
bad zample when yesself comes homo
drunk."
"Loak heah boy I said dat yer mus
nober git drunk (hit's a facie; but X
ncber said nothin' 'bout myse'f. Ycs-
se'f ain't no wotor; I is. When yer's a
woter den yer kin git drunk. De Sa-
bier said sufler de ehillun ter come at
me an' keep sober. He nober said
nuthin' 'bout men. Hush yer foal
mouf' now an' doan let let yer
mommy heah yer. I'd ruther heah de
yallor-jackot's buz iqii tur see dat
oman wid her jaws opon.'v Texas
Sitings.
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Maffet, Geo. W. Cheyenne Transporter. (Darlington, Indian Terr.), Vol. 5, No. 16, Ed. 1, Saturday, May 10, 1884, newspaper, May 10, 1884; Darlington, Indian Territory. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc70583/m1/2/?q=fount: accessed July 17, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.