Weekly Trinity journal., 1872-02-17

Haw, haw, haw" laughed Mr.. Smith
"ye gods, here's fun ~ And he read
aloud
AMBITION.
Whom God to man, in dim primeval DAYS,
Gaye Edens gard most holy,
And bade him herewith be content,
| And lose 1t not by folly,
Why did not man do so?
Ambition
Alas with man twas ever thus,
From Adam down to Crusoe ~
Haw, haw, haw By Jupiter, this
will do for column, at least - and Mr..
Smith seized his pen, wrote severely
sarcastic address to all young poets, head
ing the article "Have We Byron
Among Us ?" and gave the whole thir-
teen verses Of the poem.
Scarcely had he finished when the door
slowly opened, and head, in shocking
state of disorder and printers ink, was
cautiously pushed in. This was the devil.
You hain't got no more copy, have
you !"
Yes, you young rascal here's enough
for column, and don't let me see that
Internal face Of yours again until call
you. Come, hurry up" he said, for the
devil glanced doubtfully at billit of
wood lying under the table. Ejecting n
mouthful of what might have been ink,
he hitched up to the editorial table and
received the manuscript, over which he
glanced lugubriously. AS he backed
toward the door and laid his hand upon
the knob, he relieved his feelings with a
sniff.
"D'ye call that copy ?" he whined,
looking at the really very bad scrawl upon
which Mr.. Smith prided himself.
He was answered by Mr.. Smith reach
ing under the table, Selling the billet of
wood and hurting it at him. 1t did not
do any damage, however, for the devil,
by long practice, had acquired the art of
closing the door just in the nick of time.
Many times he had tried to get possession
Of that billet and return the fire, but it
was always thrown with such deadly force
that the rebound invariably brought it
again within easy reach of his enemy.
| Once, regret to state, when he had re-
opened the door suddenly, hoping to
snatch it, his head received the reward
of his rashness, and for two days the
much-tried editor of the clarion had
peace. Mr.. Smith replaced the billet,
and drew from his pocket handsome
meerschaum pipe, present from tour
friend and townsman, Jack Blum, who
keeps on hand splendid stock of smok-
er's articles" and filled it with tobacco,
also received from Mr.. Blum. Mr.. Smith
felt somewhat easier in his mind the five
columns had been reduced to three and he
hoped to fill another with the " Orchards
Of Skunk County," which, with the aid
of smoke, he thought could soon be
finished. So, in cloud of hazy fragrance,
Mr.. Smith pitched in.
Rat, tat, tat
Come in ~
A large farmer-looking man, with a
| stout whip under his arm, answered the
summons. Mr.. Smith dropped pen and
pipe, and, rising hastily, rushed forward
and seized the hand ofhis visitor, shaking
it with extreme fervor, and innumcrable
smiles, as he exclaimed:
why, really, Mr.. Hogman, delighted
to see you, I'm sure. Where have you
kept yourself so long Do sit down and
tell me how every thing is getting along
up your way"
"Ah, Smith, how be you ? Thought
| might jist as well drap in and see ye as
not. Got cigar? No? Any thin to
clear the dust from body's throat :?
Well, never mind, know you hain't
rich. How's yer paper a-gittin' on :?
Ha ~ and he dropped into Smiths chair,
leaving that industriously smiling gentle
man to stand, or sit on the table, as he
might prefer.
Clo'ton's getting along splendidly,
Mr.. Hogman, splendidly. Sorry haven't
got a cigar, but here's a pipe will you
try that ? First-rate tobacco-from Jack
Blum's, you know"
"Ha Never smoke q pipe, Smith {:
don't gree with me. come in to give
ye some advice bout that paper o. yourn.
You amt level on hogs. No, sir that
last article o. yourn on hog-raisin' was all
wrong.o
Well--ah-that is--eh ?" said Smith,
looking alarmed ; for Mr.. Hogman was
man Of great influence in Skunk county,
and subscribed for five Clarions.
Hogs is hogs, Smith," continued Mr..
Hogman, severely, "an' you hain't got
no business to be a-goin' an a-sayin' as
they hain't big interest in this here
county, noway. own five thousand o.
them 'ere animals, do, an you'm
a-spien' my market with sich articles as
them. l swan, felt mad 'nough to stop
them 'ere five papers o. mine when | reed
it. AM Horseman, an Cowman, an
Stiles, an'-an'-an' all the rest of 'em up
our way, sed the same when they see it,"
Mr.. Smith was equal to the occasion
he had been too long an editor TO stick at
a little romance.
"You can't feel worse about that dis
graceful article than / do, Mr.. Hogman."
"How's thet ?" asked Mr.. Hogman, a
little surprised.
"Why thought you would have seen
through it, my dear fellow" said Mr..
Smith, growing friendly and confidential.
81 was mad enough to go over to Squash
town, and kill the Bugtebtast man."
"What fur ?" inquired Mr.. Hogman,
thoroughly puzzled.