Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1872-05-14
A, MICHIGAN, TUESDAY, MAY IA, 1872.

this paper.-We are borne to the earth
with grief, at the sad end and appall,
ing transformation, as indicated by the
heading of this article The circum-
stances Of Mr.. Wise's absence is ex-
planned in the leading editorial. A
few days since he left us, full of life
and health, and his small travelling
satchel. To-day his, petrifed form
can be seen, at this office, but Iife has
fed. AS near as we can learn, the
circumstances are as follows: While
Mr.. Wise was in st. Louis, and emf
nent scrapegrace of that city, who, we
is brother of the young lady who
brought suit against Mr.. Wise, armed
himself with chisels and a malet, and
upon meeting Mr.. Wise, attacked him
with the most violent threats. So
sudden was the assault, that Mr.. Wise
was thrown into spasm of fright and
instantly petrifed or transformed into
a body of chalk. His friends have
kindly brought the pillar of chalk
home. The upper and lower limbs
were cut entirely off by his murderer
The eyes are closed, and the transfer
nation appears to have been so sudden
that the features are left as perfect as
life, and excepting the pallor that over
spreads the entire body, the counte.
nance seems only marked by repose.-
One of the gentlemen had the audaci-
ty to speak of this appalling spectacle
as the result of being on bust, but
we resent such an insinuation with su-
preme Indignation. AS it is the wish
of his friends that the petrifcation
should be preserved, there will be no
funeral. The paper will be continued
under its present efficient management.
Subscriptions, and all kinds of job
work earnestly solicited. The suit
against Mr.. Wise will be carried by
default. The cherished memory of
the tranrformed will be sacredly fos-
tered by large circle of friends, and
if we can complete our arrangements,
we shall commence, in our next issue
the thrilling tale entitled, "The Tragic
End of Peanut Seller; or how He
won Her." This story will be contin-
ued through the remaining numbers of
the year. May our last end not be
like his. (We refer to Mr.. Wise.)
l had this set up in bold, black let
ters, and dressed the paper in mourn
ing border, on account of the sad
event. 1t is rot impossible that
feeling Of vanity and saddened exulta-
tion crept over me at being thus sud
denly lifted to the responsible position
which should most likely occupy, in
the future. The day of publication
came, and the paper was distributed
among its readers. The following
morning, upon my arrival at the Office,
| found it filed with agitated people.
The friends of the late editor could
scarcely be persuaded to restrain their
wrath, and would have seized me, had
it not been for few candid ones, who
came forward and explained the situa-
tion to me. On hearing the facts, my
chagrin and wrath, at my own ignor-
ance was unbounded. How was | to
meet my readers, from whom had
expected warm congratulations for my
brilliant writings. Just at that juno
ture, who should arrive but the editor
himself, whom l had solemnly announc-
ed as dead, transformed, petrifed, con-
gealed, and everything else, and had
really supposed to be true. did not
wait to hear the result, when he should |
learn the truth. 7 was instinctively |
lrawn from the spot. Feeling that
ny resignation would be acceptable, l
'eceded toward the depot. l was con-
rinced that a new field of labor was
awaiting me at some distant place, and |
he next train carried me beyond the
limits of the Mirrors circulation
Since that time have done almost
everything but write leading editori-
lis. WAX.
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