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Show WRITER OF REAL TALENT. Evidently the Bushby Clarion Had I Genius on Its Staff. ' Tho cJltor of tho Bushby Clar!on ) leaned back in his chair and surveyed his visitor with a solemn and unwinking unwink-ing gazo. "You want to know If there's ' ! any good reporter In this town?" ho , said, impressively. "Well, thcro is. There's Old Hobart." "What sort of work can ho do?" asked tho visitor. "His capabilities haven't had their full chance yet," said tho editor, slowly, slow-ly, "but ho's getting on, and I'm nfrald i wo shall loso him beforo long. Why, last week that fellow wroto a twev column account of a tiro that wa;i thrilling, I toll you!" "Farmhouse, old mother, grand- ; father bornytlicrosnnd so forth, I sup- I poso?" said tho vlsljor. "No, sir!" Bald tho editor. "It was a dosorted hiui-houso, that's what it was. I can tolf you, that takes talent! We can't expect to kcop GId with ua always." Youth's Companion. |