Emerson's Wife and Other Western StoriesKelly, Florence Finch
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Emerson's Wife and Other Western Stories
Kelly, Florence Finch
Western stories
"We did n't try to reform him--in fact, we 'd rather have kept him as
he was at first. He was more amusing. But the aspirations of
Johnson's soul were too much for us. I used to give him money
sometimes--he was sure to do something if he got drunk that was worth
writing up--and so he got into the habit of coming to our newspaper
office whenever he felt the need of more cash. He did n't ask for
anything, and he always made you feel that he was doing you a great
favor in accepting any stray chicken-feed you might have about your
clothes. He just sat around like a bronzed and blanketed statue of
Caesar, or Alexander, or Napoleon Bonaparte. Not one of the whole lot
of them ever looked more as if he owned the whole earth than Johnson
did after he 'd sat there three hours waiting for somebody to give him
two bits or a chew of tobacco.
"I found out after a while that he could give me scraps of news about
the Indians over at Pyramid Lake or in the city that were worth making
into local items, and I always paid him for them. Nobody ever saw a
prouder Indian than Johnson was the first day I did that. I marked the
paragraphs with a blue pencil and gave him a copy of the paper, and he
carried it around with him until it was worn out. The money I gave him
for them he kept in his pocket for two whole days. But at last there
was a big poker game behind a barn--six bucks down from Pyramid Lake
with five dollars apiece, and it was too much for Johnson. His proudly
earned silver went into the pot with the rest.
"Johnson brought up items every day after that, and soon began to feel
himself one of the profession and a man of consequence. He always
brought two or three other bucks with him to see his importance and be
impressed by his superiority. While they stood against the wall or
squatted in a corner Johnson would take a chair at a dignified distance
from me and begin, 'Now, you make 'um paper talk.' And he always ended
his account with the emphatic command, 'Now, you make 'um paper talk
straight.'
"But his information was not always 'straight.' He had all the
instincts of the modern and progressive journalist, and he did n't
hesitate to fake when news was scarce and he wanted money. For after
he joined the newspaper profession he gave up begging by proxy and
allowed his prime minister to beg on his own account and keep his own
earnings.
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