Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1859-09-20

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He was ready for'immediate battle, who
ever might be the assailant. ~ "
Suddenly footsteps resounded on the
floor behind him, and stout, dark .fea-
tured man, Of middle age, with long flow
ing hair of raven hue, and flashing black
eyes, rushed into the room in a state Of
wild and almost phrensied excitement, and
threw himself into seat. af
The editor, at fisst, anticipating hos
| lille visit, cooked arevolyer, but Instantly
perceiving his mistakes deposited the wea
pom at his elbow, exclaiming as he did so
--"What now, Elias Wharton9 Is there
anew tempest brewing in the political at
mosphere?"aff essie'f '5
Ts''Just look herel" calculated the other.
with an infuriate gesture, pointing to a
column of the Arkansas "Whig," which
he held up, with the ink not yet dry on
the paper. gp4
Woods snatched the article from the
fingers of his friend, and devouring the
contents with rapid glance. uttered a
malediction too horrible for record while
his very lips turned white with rage'ana
DISAPPOINTMENT. X ,ra ytE1 rta
Ills not that too bad" vociferated
Wharton, clinching the interrogatory with
still more dreadful oath. lt
"Who could have expected, in the meri-
dian of Little Rock, to see a philippe
against duelling" vii i a s ft ,3
Sand an appeal to the religious preju-
diees of the people?" added the editor,
frowning till his brows met in frightful
arch. r.4 .- gE at -tsg. te,6
"Yes, and the cunning scoundrel has
managed to lay all the blame Of combats
on the Democrats, from the first settle
ment of the country" affirmed the other.
"And he has given the history of all
my encounters, from my stabbing sopho-
more of the University Of Virginia, till my
rife-battle with doctor Wilson, COM
planned Woods.
"And that TRADE alone will do more
injury to our party than anything that has
happened for years" remarked Wharton.
who ran the writer be?" asked the
editor, in musing tone. r
81 cannot SO much as imagine re-
turned the friend "lt is not the learned
and lugubrious style Of Pike, or the snowy
defamation OF Absalum Fowler. 1t must
be some new hand in the prolific field Of
Whiggery." 1895 3i'sT
"What shall we do to spike the new
gun in the battery? for, unless that be ac-
complished we shall lose the election"
said the editor, with look OF sore embar-
iTssnlent-s--. 80 T, 4
"You must demand the author, and
provoke him to an interview!'' suggested
Wharton. sa .sy ,a
"And suppose they should give up the
name Of Fent Noland. as they did on the
last similar occasion? You know it would
be suicide to fight the author Of Pete
Whetstonev' answered Woods with a
sbudder. a
At the moment, William, the elder
brother of Elias Wharton, entered the
sanclum, exclaiming--"I have discovered
the writer of the article signed by ''ViL-
dex."
"Who is he?-who is he?" asked the
political comrades, in the same eagerly
mpetuous breath. s e {
you would never conjecture in thou
sand guesses," replied the other.
"Let US know at once, do not keep us
in suspense"
Levi Coleman, the young Methodist
preacher"
"The devil" shouted the astonished
editor.
"The deyi?" echoed his sympsthizing
friend. "How did you learn SO strange a
fac!?' ~
"From the foreman in the .Whig' Office
lin the strictest confidence, however, SO
that you must not hint at the source of
the nfo,mation."
"And now what is to be done?" they
all inquired together.
"lbe case is complicated with serious
difficulties" observed Elias Wharton;
"for if we let the matter pass in silence,
the rascally hypocrite will become bolder
in his attack; and if we punish his inso-
lence as it deserves, every Methodist vote
in the State will probably be cast against
u.s."
After rejecting few moments, the
journalist sprung to his feet, crying out
furiously-al will FIX the base wretch, so
that the members of his own sect will dis
own him!" And he hastily buckled on
his belt, and filing it with pistols, rushed
forth into the street. "a
AS chance would have it, the youthful
minister was at that instant walking by the
door. He was a slender pale-faced man,
with fair complexion. bright blue eyes,
and countenance Of profound and ever
poetic thought, apparently incapable of
raising a shadow OF aggression. or so much
as harming a fly.
care you the author of Vindex,' in the
recent number Of the Arkansas Whig9"
demanded Woods, advancing so near to
his intended victim that their heads al.
most touched. -~i,s, +.
81 am" answered Coleman in his clear
silvery voice, without betraying the faint
est token Of alarm.
"Then thus l chastise your impudence
and talsehpod!'' shouted the enragsd edi-
tor, seizing the clergymau's nose with a
grasp of iron, and splitting scornfullY in
| his mouth. 80 .
eff | did not Tear 10 have the foul stains
of your pollut. NO blood ON the now pure