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Show An editor died and elowly wended his way to where he suppoed a warm reception awaited him. The devil saw him and ?aid: "For many years thou hast borne the blame for the manv errors er-rors which the printers hvye made in the paper. The paper has gone, ala for 82.50, and the $2.50 has often failed to come in. The printers have deviled thee Saturday night, when thou hads't not a cent to thy name. Men have taken the paper without paying for it. and cussed thee for not getting out a better one. Thou hast bt'en called a deadbeat by the passenger passen-ger conductors when thou baa t showed thy annual pa3s to envious ga.e. All these things thou hast borne in Bilanca, Thon canst not come in here." And he ired him away, and as he did so, murmered to himself, "Heaven is his Lome, and besides, if I had let him come in here he would be continually dunning his delinquent subscribers for hell is full of them and thus create discord in my kin-d,jm." |