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Show pawpaw crop had been a t-.l-.l failure, j ji;,d he had not seen a corjipijinmi.i-y I ticket to a circus in ninny iii-'. He had not received a dollar on sub-crip- tion :-ll the week, nor a p--. k of c .tisi-trvnroduce .tisi-trvnroduce since early in the mo,;;h. "Vox I'o:mli." his trusted coives;.o;i.!-ent. coives;.o;i.!-ent. had risei: against t.iin two or three times ivcen.ly and nnblu.-diir.gly advocated ad-vocated theories dinme ivl-u 1 !..' nnti-gnddling. nnti-gnddling. m to speak, to the polilioai p-d-ov -f the editorial side of the paper. This "hud lo.st him sr.b' cri'vrs. ' kings had pone froM bad to worse till now he was down to zero in linanees and feeling- Recently the wife or his bosom, had eh.pid ftith a man who owed him eigh-eu dollars, leaving the editor wi h three. Miiail red-headed children on Ids hands. And now, as it fate, having gotten him down, was desirous of dancing on IMMiaiSI'.n IM A JlAliBKL OF EXCil A.XGES. his neck, only last night a delegation of the ref..rm committee had broken into the olltee and cmbc.ided the residue resi-due of his ink and used it in tar and feathering a supcrituoiis citizen who was not a suliM-ribcr. The red-lie:1 le.l children were crying for breu.l. and :,o the editor took them out and .scaied them on the fence po.,ts. in the hope that the red-headed woodpeckers wood-peckers would he struck by the family resem' la nee and feed them. During the abser.ee of the editor a Jarge man. dresi-ed in a beetling frown and a. huge aquatic-elm club, strode into the oliiee. The bore's head wa still immersed in the barrel of exchanges, ex-changes, and, as "ali men lo-k much alike in that altitude, the visilornat-urallv visilornat-urallv mistook the bore f--r the editor and fell urm him with tlie club just menii' med. It is suiiicicnt to say that the large man pounded the bore down into tin barrel well nigh to the bottom, lamp-.-:: him in firmly and departed whistling a merrv lay. When the editor returnee and had broken open the barrel and ga.ed upon the quivering carcass of the bore, he lifted his hands on high ant! criid: "I am thankful from the bottom of ni3' soul for what I didn't get!" ' . TJIEEUITOK'S THANKSGIVING ! BY TOM P. MIIKCAX. ' j "What have 1 to be thankful for'.'" ' mused the able editor of the llawville . Clarion, one Thank: civing day. 1 The bore for every country editor's ! sanctum has its bore, just as much ; as every dog has a tail. and. in : reality, more so. If a dog is deprived I of his tail he will never, never get an-I an-I other, but if a newspaper otlice loses : its bore his place is s ton lilted by a sue-j sue-j cessor. j The particular bore that infested tho : Clarion oi'.i.-e was like the bore that iu-j iu-j fets every other country newspaper I oiliee. lie came day after day, and sat j a-id jrabbed and blabbed and spat and j blew where ho listed. I'.inii tins oc- casiou he was engaged in the arduous ' task of overhauling the editor's barrel i of exchanges. Whatever it was that j he w anted (otind. it was always at t he : bottom of the barrel. When he Uiilt down in the barrel and turned the Itol-tom Itol-tom part of its contents up to the top. the particular periodical that he yearned for was still at the bottom. , " Meanwhile, the editor, grown callous to the presence of the bore, mused sadly: j ' Man wants hut little here below pad ircnorally gets it. What have I to ! b? thankful for'.'" Times had gone hardly with him dnr-, dnr-, lug the past summer and autumn. The |
