The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1872-03-20
('rnfr,t the Toblc.TaIkcr of the Chicago

CrofTut. the Table-Talkcr of the Chicago
Post, advocates a new departure in adreTtlS-
ing: It has always seemed to him that IL
would pay to start magazine OF the size
and character of the atlantic or Gdi0ry, to
he devoted to advertising. For it such con-
tributors as Bret Hartc, Oliver Wendell
Holmes, Helen Hunt, Henry Ward Beecher.
james Russell Lowell, HowellS, Fields, and
Parton, should be engaged and literally sala-
ricd. In all the stories. essays, reviews. and
poems. advertisements should be inserted at
such high rates as were demanded by the en-
pcnsc of the enterprise and the character Of
the publicity given. The Table-Talkcr will
not further elaborate this idea, but will con-
clude with few specimens from advance
sheets of the April No.:
From :. Bcscgcd by the Paynim: 4 Tale of Cru
acknowledgement Taylor
With sad heart the white
haired Condo, leaning heavily Oh the arm Of
his daughter, assembled to the top OF the bar
bican. A solitary sentinel, in habergeon and
corselet, armed with musquctoOn and sword,
paced his rounds. The moon. hidden by a
bank of deep-blue cloud, showed occasional
glimpses of her wan face. The country, far
rs the eye could reach, twinkled with the
c.,ml-tires of the bcsiegerS. the neighing of
whose chargers and the dismal br,yiDg OF
whose gongs could plainly be heard. Sud-
denly whiz was heard, us of an arrow, and
the sentinel fell dead, shaft which had
pierced his brain quivering in his heart.
by st. JagO, we are obserred,' said the
Condo to Mariana, as he drew the timid girl
behind the shelter of battement. "Ha :"
he added, "by st. Mungo OF the Abencer-
r we. what have we hcre!" BY the pale
m, Ionlight Maritina SAW letter fastened to
the 'rrOw. She detached it. 1t was sprin-
Eled , With the hearts blood of the sentinel.
stn,t ny Guzman. She opened it and read
these wo, DIS: Messrs. Bliilkins & Jugg, 1873
south parii street, have received large con-
siynmcnt,' &c.
From The Beau,.y of Galoot Gulch Bret IIarte.
"\Yall, pardner, | rake those
perSimmGus dog zone my everlasting, Siz-
zard if / don't" 10 saying, the gamblers
threw down thcir cards, JAY Bird had tour
aces. lie smiled gtsict smile and drew the
flour-barrel full of gold Dust toward him.
With malevolent smile, Cha ,wd Nose slowly
spread out his cards. He had i've ei%hts of
clubs! "AX your parding," he .ald, with II
tiendSh chuckle, "but how Is Tbs yer iof
high?" Without a word Jay BIRD Grew his
delringer. a sharp report WAS followed ny
II dull fall. The ball had passed through
Chawd Noses brain, and, passing on.
Knocked the glass of dog's-noSe which, Judge
Buzzard was drinking into thousand flag-
mcntS. He uttered a terrible oath. But
JAY Bird did not heed him. He was
kneeling with compressed lips beside the
murdered ruffian. "Stand away, Scooty,,>
he said, hoarsely, "and you, Skiddy Bullrat,
dust out of that. Let the girl come" The
men stood back as the beauty of Galoot
Gulch advanced to the side Of the father,
whom her lover had slain. Dead as pork;
reckon" she said; "and youve, smashed
one of our best tumblcrs, mister; blast your
eternal pictrlr' if you haint." The rude men
had stood with avertcd ecuntensnce R1 HD
Eve now advanced and seized one of the
Fights of clubs. "See here" he shouted. a
dozen bowies were drawn, but fell from the
nerveless hands Of their owners. There on
the card these men read this solemn comics.
sion: 4" Buggins's Cathartie Pills Never FAIL