The New Enoch Arden Was Too Big to Argue With.

Evening Star, Issue 8530, 1 June 1891, Page 3

The New Enoch Arden Was Too Big to Argue With.

"Is the editor in?" asked a halffrightened looking individual, as he slid noiselessly into the sanctum of a newspaper office at a late hour one cold night. 41 Yes, sir. Whit caa I do for you ?" was the rejoinder. "My name is Green—Samuel Y. Green. 1 am a lawyer by profession, but at present, from necessity, a clerk My native town is in a western State. At the same place, before the war, lived a man named Smith— Joshua C. Smith—and his wife. Smith went away to the war and was killed. I married the widow Smith. We have lived happily together ever since. But last night, long alter my wife and I had retired, there cune a loud knock at the door. I got up, dressed, and went to see who it was And —and, Mr Editor, it was Smith. Now, if you are going to write this up for your paper, I wish you would say, please, that—that I—that I left. Be sure to Bay that Green left." It afterwards transpired that the weights of the two men were about as follows : Green, 1101b; Smith, 2401b. And Green's desire to be represented as having left was no longer a mystery.