Weekly Trinity journal., 1872-02-17

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boy to carry that article up to Thompson
when was over to Squashtown for day
saying that / sent it? Thompson, yot
know, is good printer, but he's not fly
and the paper was out before / got back
Kept out one of my editorials to put thai
ID hog article in, too"
"Phew-w-w I" whistled Mr.. Hogman
looking more knowing than it was posi-
Bile for any man to be. "That's it, is it I
Wen cure his bacon up our way"
You hain't got no more copy, have
you?" asked the devil poking in his head.
"No, Peter" said Mr.. Smith, with
great mildness. "Come up again in a
few minutes, please"
"He, he, he ~
Mr.. Smith cast quick glance at the
billet lying near his feet, and the devil
almost took the door off its hinges in his
haste to close it.
Yes, that was the way of It, and" SC
on for half an hour, till Mr.. Hogman
was bowed gracefully out, leaving his
name and money for two more Clar1ons
"What an internal fool l was to write
that" soliloquized Mr.. Smith, when his
guest had gone. 81 might have thought
Of Hogman and his scurvy crowd. New
er mind, though, I'll contradict it, any.
way, and that'll help to fill up" SO
Smith re-lighted his pipe and commenced:
When journalistic honor is so far for
gotten, that the use of the most dishonor-
able means presents no barrier to tho
qualification of spite toward successful
rival, II is indeed time for the commune
ty to protect public virtue by marking
we'll the guilty parties. Last week, we
were made the subjects of rs vile, men,
dacious, and contemplate trick as the
annals of journalistic villiany can exhibit
(tor further information on the subject,
apply to the Office of the SgudShtOion BIZ
| g(ebtdSO. Our numerous readers are we'll
aware that on the subject of hog-raising
the Clarion has Mt all times taken an ei-
evated and pointed stand, etc., ETC."
In short, when Mr.. Smith had finished,
1t was made quite clear, without directly
saying so, that the BuglebiaSt had been
guilty of doing what he had so ingenious
ly caused Mr.. Hogman to believe. OF
course, Mr.. Smith knew that he would
be sauted with shrek of denial and
just Indignation, but he rather enjoyed
the prospect. Tho reply would fill n col
umn anyhow, and nobody would believe
either of them. lie would have good
laugh Mt Brown, of the BugLebLaSt, next
time he went to Squashtown, and Mr..
Smith chuckled to himself rs he resumed
"The Orchards of Skunk county,"
AS Mr.. Smith was putting the finishing
touches to this article, another knock
sounded, and weak-looking young man,
with high forehead, ostentatiously car
rying roll Of manuscript, entered. Mr..
Smith frowncd, and looked wise.
"Woll, Mr.. Junus ?" he asked, writ
ing very rapidly, and appearing full of
business.
"Some manuscript, sir" said Mr.. Ju-
MUS, stalking toward the table.
"What on ?" inquired Mr.. Smith,
without raising his eyes.
Hum" answered Mr.. Junius, clear
ing his voice, "'The Power and Scope of
British Political Influence in America ,"
and he throw back his shoulders and
thrust his hand into his bosom.
"Ah," said Smith, with some interest,
that's good subject. Read u para
graph or two."
Mr.. Junius, with covert look Of lofty
scorn at Mr.. Smith, opened his manu-
cript, ignored the invitation to be seated,
and read in sonorous voice, with much
gesture, as follows
Mankind, Mt certain periods pre-
scribed by fate mysterious as unerring,
has experienced revolutions which, find
ing their chief and moving causes in fun
damental defects of universal laws, in
their effects have, TO speak, as it were,
comprehensively, rocked the impregna-
BILE and supposedly immovable founda-
tlons OF human society to their almost
unreachable and unfathomable bases.
When"
I" Hold on for moment" interrupted
Mr.. Smith, scratching his head, read
that again, please"
With scarcely concealed sneer, Mr..
Junius complied, and then went on
When such o momentous condition
arises, for man TO combat the inevitable
issue were, indeed, criminal rs foolish.
Fate, when inevitable, is, SO to speak, in
fallible."
For fifteen minutes, or more, Mr..
Smith bore this, and then interrupted
the reader by asking how long the arti-
Gle was.
" Forty pages ~ answered Mr.. Junius,
Indignantly.
"I'm afraid it's too long, Mr.. Junius,
and then think it's little too deep for
the people of Skunkville. Try some
thing else. Suppose you write up tho
hog-show next week."
" Hog-show hog-show be Il" and
seizing his Alpine hat, Mr.. Junius strobe
from the office.
Mr.. Smith smiled, and resumed his
writing.
"You hain't got no more copy, have
you ?"
1t was the devil.
" Yes, you internal rascal, here you
are and go down to Jim's right away,
before it's dark, and see if there are any
letters or papers"
The devil examined the copy, but dared
only express his disapprobation by purs-
ing his lips and wrinkling his forehead.
Night was coming on, and, notwith-
standing all his industry and invention,
Mr.. Smith found that he must yet fur
nish q column and half. Flurried