Too Much For Sim
<t The editor eat In his well-worn ohalr, his head bowed low on hia breaßt, The tangled whiskers whioh fringed his faoa olung cloße to htß tattered veat. He eat reflecting upon his lot, and the sighs whioh he let escape Seemed windy evidence chat affairs with him were in a desperate shape. Delinquent subscribers oame not in to gladden hia heart with a coin ; Twas many a day tinoe he stowed away a allver piece of bis groin. And hie wife had told him that very mom , with a sort of hungry frown, Hia dinner that day would be turipa straight, with water to wash them down. * # # He'd ohronioled every birth and death, with comment on eaoh event, Had " Personated " every man in camp, if he only a-flsbing went ; At every wedding, no matter if the bride was a homely fright-, He'd laud her comlineaa to the skies; just flatter ber out of sight. He often said that the minister was a Talmage of ekquence, Tbe brain of a young attorney at law a bonaczi of leg vl sense — In short, he'd puffsd every living aonl, from the Mayor to Brunner Jim. Yet never a '' tbank you " had oome hia way not a dollar been thrown to him * * * While tbua reflecting he heard a step' and a heartwarming " Howdy do ? I reckon you're the editor man ; I've bin a-lookin fur you 1 I'm ole Sam Baas of the Two-X-Ranob. bin takin' yer paper a year, An' I want yer to keep it a-alidin' along, Iv'e got tbe ebondullx here. I tell yer, pardner, tho ole Gazette is a hummer from top to tee 1 My woman saya abe'll stop keepin' house i' it stops a-ootnin,' by Jo ! An' that reminds m n , I brought a orook of butter of her own make, An tbrowed yer a quarter of beef, j*a sort of for friendship sake * * * An' Tom —I guess yer remember Tom ? Got married last week, yer know — He told me ter tell yer that tbe piece yer writ about the affair want slow. Yer said hia gal was a 'rural sprite, with an angel brand on her smile,' An' here's ten dollars that Tom sent in to show that he likes yer Btyle, An' here "—but the rancher heard a gasp, the editor toppled o'er And fell with a dull and sickening thud on his den's unoarpeted fl )or. The visitor knelt o'er the prostrate form and lifted the helpless head, But the ten dollar Bhook had done Its work 1 The editor man waa dead. — • Charleston Herald.'
Too Much For Sim
Bruce Herald, Volume XXIX, Issue 3016, 29 November 1898, Page 2
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