The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-02-23
friend of mine, as my numerous stump
speeches of last autumn would prove.

speeches of last autumn would prove.
There was a paper the most intensely
Democratic (if one could judge from its
contents, issued from Republican Office,
by leader of the Republican party. laid
down the paper, and, as a sense Of my re-
diculous position overbalanced every other
feeling, I burst out laughing; but nay
laughter was cut short by the entrance of
the would be NJ. c., whose countenance
betokened anything but mirth, and vision
of horse-whips fitted before my mind.
"What is the meaning of this?" said the
wrathful NJ. c., as he shook the offensive
paper in my face. In vain explained and
apologized; he met me with the constant
query:
"Why didn't you read the article?-or,
at least, see that you cut it from a Republi-
can paper?'
Sure enough!-why didn't I?''
At last he closed his angry harrangue by
calling me a beautiful editor" which I
considered, as Artemus Ward says, ga
little sarcastical;" rather dubious compli-
ment for man who had all his life been
criticising other editors and lauding his
own skill-albeit his untried skill.
But my trouble did not end here. I
entered the press-room just as the form was
being lifted from the press, the ''quoin-
box" obstrueted the way, and, my toes
coming in contact with 1t, threw me for
ward, and, in my descent, I embraced"
boy who had hold of one end of the form;
he, losing his presence of mind by the sud
| denness of my manifestations, LET the form
drop from his hands-a shout-a crash
and the form lay a mass of ruins at my feet.
1 fed in CONSERVATION, but as my ill-luck
would have it, took the store-room door
instead of the right one, and stumbled
against an open keg of ink, tipping it over,
and falling, head first, into the dark mass.
'' That form is linked p shouted the
devil, as. attracted by the uproar, he hast
ened to the spot, followed by all the typos
in the office. A general shout greeted my
arising. "Rather dark copy!" I heard one
typo say; but as I don't belong to the craft
I couldn't appreciate the joke. was led
to the lye-bucket, and 1 have au appreci-
ative sense of what it must be to be fayed
alive.
At last was in a condition to return to
my room, and I did not leave it for week;
the paper, in the meantime, being left at
the mercy of the foreman. The first call
made after my voluntary imprisonment was
upon the lady who had been in my thoughts
when had the terrific encounter with John.
AS soon as I entered, saw that my case
was hopeless. It is said that woman can
overlook every fault; can even cover the
sins of beloved one with mantle of chari-
ty; but 10 hear the bject of their affection
ridiculed steels their heart again st him for
evermore. Sadly learned that this was
all too true.
The NJ. c., who had once been my friend,
no longer spoke to me, and I had the felici-
ty of learning that he was about to marry
7my former charmer, and that was often
the subject of ridicule and satire.
Wherever went, was greeted with
mock humility as ''Mr. Editor" until life
became almost unendurable. I had made
myself famous-as I always thought
should-in the editorial chair; but who
would covet such fame?
John forgaYe me, and still called me
friend, " but even he occasionally harrowa
up my feelings By illusions to the lengthy
editorials I wrote, and the great popularity
I obtained as editor of the ''Uniontowr
Bugle."
When hear man criticise an editor.
always wish that he could pass through my
experience, and learn, as I learned, how
easy it is TO become famous as an editorl