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Show An editor died and slowly wended Ida way down to whero ho suppoml n warm reception nwntteil liltn. The dcll met him and 8.tld : "For mnny cais thou hast borno tho blnmo for bad spelling (lint tho printer bus pot off in tlio paper. The paper has gone for one dollar, nnd tins I the dollar Iirb frilled to come hi. The printer has bedeviled thee for wages when tnoti lindn't a fartldng (0 thy name, l'coplo have takeli thy paper without pa Ing for it, nnd rureed thee for not getting out n better ehcot Thou hast been called n dead bent by the railroad rail-road conductors when thou hnst shown thy nnuiinl paps to their envious gaze. All th'su wiougs tlnu hast boine In silonce. Thou alinU not cuter hero." And as tho editor turns and walks away h at an mutters: "Heaven is his lioine, nnd berides if I le him in lit re,, he-would he-would have beon dunning hisdeiimpiont subscrlhcrs nnd thus croatiug discoid In my kingdom." -Ex. |
