The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1857-07-22
A Green I'm I'm a Sanctum.


queried
as the editor in meow z"
eyes"
at he at it neow!"
sat what 2"
"Why, edith, to be sure"
"Oh, suppose SO, he is usually at
work at this time of day."
SIS he quiet to-day"
'Perfectly So"
"Can 1 see him, safely 2"
"Oh yes walk right in"
Thunder, no; let me go and peak at
him first, can't | 2"
"Certainly just climb up on this desk
stool, look over carefully into the den and
you'll be able to see him"
In moment we heard our visitor
climbing to get sight at the "critter."
Sitting back in our chair, elevating our
feet higher than our head, clutching a
large walking stick in our hand, holding
q pen in the other, and putting vigorous
ly at cigar, we stared him full in the
face the moment that interesting compo-
nent of his animal economy appeared at
the edge of the partition. And what a
ph'z it was What compound of YER
dancy, cunning, curiosity, apprehension
an astonishmentI A single look seemed
to be just enough, for he reached the floor
on the other side at leap.
"Great OK CAD yeou?" he exclaimed
to the clerk; -'the critters in one of his tam
trums reckon9 Wouldn't go in there
for tew shillins in cashr
"Oh, he'll tame down in minute or
two"
"Think he will? Hope So for I'm
bound to talk to him, and see him edit to
boot"
The elegk looked into the room, and re-
turning, announced that the coast was
clear. In minute or two we heard him
exclaim-
Meow or never, by the living pie
plantr' and presently he edge-wised into
the room, and stood in ''the presence"
twirling his hat in his fingers, and rolling
bis eyes about like duck in thunder
storm. We were scissoring, reading and
scribbling by turns, and taking it rather
easy.
"Good morning, sir-take a seat"
"No, thank We; I'm in considerable
hurry. Carlate yeou amt editin' just
meow z"
ooh, yes; this a share of the job"
"Yeou don't say. But yeou amt go
in it very steep, are yez'
''No, we are only skirmishing with the
exchanges little, preparatory to the usual
heavy work"
II thought so! l thought SOP he ex-
claimed with evident delight. I'm in
dasput hurry, but should like to see you
edit for kill just onc't. Take your coat off
and roll up your sleeves then, | reckon!
Who larn't you to edit? Didn't it cum
kinder tutf at f,sts Half to keep at it all
the time z"
To this swarm Of inquiries we replied
with mods and shakes of the head. Our
visitor wandered into the compositors
room, and after asking numberless ques-
tons there and getting woefully "sold" by
the Imp of the domain, returned, to the
sanctum. In the meantime we lad got
into sharp engagement with the leader
for the next morning, and our pen was
making frequent journeys to and from the
ink-stand. Greeny fairly danced with
excitement, exclaiming:
"Neow yeow edit amt yeou, old
boss? By scarecrow, Squire, yeou are a
goin' it the pizenist kind. Who yeou
pitchin' it intew? Give it to 'em? Don't
let 'em up mite! They desarye it all,
bust their consumed pictures"
Stopping o moment, he clapped us on
the shoulder with hand like piece of
pork, and remarking that he was in q
hurry, asked if that {pointing to the Mss
was ''agoin'' inter the paper next day 3
We replied with some little impatience
that it was, provided we could be alone
long enough to finish it; and intimated
that we should be very happy to bid him
good bye.
"Oh, sartainp he exclaimed; no Won
der you'e little .riled-givin' it tew 'em
so-rot their pictures! I'm in morsus
hurry myself but l want you to send
that paper to me tomorrow mornin'-V.
Green, Green's Corners, Green County,
New York. Will yeou neowp'
"Oh, certainly! Good morning, my
friend"
"Yees, in minute. What's the dam
eger,
"F'or what9"
"For one days subscription to the pa
per-"
"Oh, nothing! Now do go!'
"Sartain, will. | want my folks and
Sal, and all OMEN, tew see the piece that
| seen you edit, that's all. Eff warn't
in such norhul hurry, I'd make yeou
quite stop, 'Skuse me this time. Good
bye, Squires"
"Good bye!'
And away went our friend, and we
went at it again, to make up for lost time.
Scarcely had we achieved single sentence
ere back again he shufied.
81 say Squire: for massay's sake pitch
it into 'em the biggist sort. Give 'em
scissors toards the bottom of the piece
will yeou!'
The apparition of a cane, and the toe
Of our boot instantly rid us of Mr.. Green,
of Green's Corners, Green County, and
he vanished-frm in the belief that the
critter was in another tantaum.
Sorrow FOR THE DEAD-The love
that survives the tomb, says Irving, is one