The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-09-23
Record of the Week.

He stumped into our sanctum, smelling
of whisky and cigars. He was ragged and
dirty and red-eyed. His shabby hat was
slouched over his left ear, and his boots
were broken in dozen places. He Wore
no jewelry, and had lett his kid gloves at
the store. He was independent, however,
and spat among the exchanges, and wanted
work He wasn't so anxious about what
it was, so long as it was gentecl. He sighed
for position on the corps of live news
paper. He had had dozens of offers from
eastern sheets, but between us the Yankees
weren't precisely his style. He was from
the west himselF-an Injianny man. He
had travelled great deal, and you would
think it to look at him. He was practical
type-settci, a proof-reader, and could cleo
trotype in the bargain; but he didn': care
to engage in manual labor-it wasn't digni-
fed You never saw such men as Horace
Greeley or Benjamin Franklin sticking to
that work long, No; he looked for some
thing higher. He could do anything; he
could do anything; he had plenty of offers
on the daily papers in Washington, but no
inducements, no opportunities, no, not the
flaming arch-ange with his two-edged
sword, or even twelve dollars week,
could make him give up his principles -
not much
Didn't want any assistance? Come, come,
that's little rough: wait till we know him
belter-we would blush crimson with
shame, and pale with the fear of losing
him, Look at him! Was there any dis
count there Was there particle. No,
not much If any-he was n thoroughbred.
The staff is filled? Oh, pard, he under
stood what that meant. lie knew there
was room for brains anywhere. He didn't
want to be superclious. but he was id if
The Capital wasn't getting dull; it wanted
new brains and energy in it; new blood;
he didn't wish to cast any slurCn Its editors,
but-employ him; employ him, and if it
didn't lay back and howl till the Goddess of
Liberty quivered, well -, and he struck
at all DOUBT of its laying back and bowling
with a ruler he had picked up, destroying
the doubt and lamp shade. We must eX-
cuse him for the accident; or dock it off his
pay, if we did business IN that style; but
the fact of the matter was his hand was I'M
steady; he was little shaken; he didn't
mind telling a friend that he was; it was
love that did it. Had we ever been in love !?
Yes, it was our normal condition. We
were so at present, to the verge OF deslruc-
ton; we might murder some one if they
didn't take care. He sympathized withus.
BE gard he knew what it was to be in love;
he was wildly and irretrievably up that
fume now; his heart was broken and his
spirit dead; we hadn't no cigars about the
establishment had we?
Well, he will tell us what was fair; he'd
write us an article; what was that we were
writing ourself? a ''mnor note?" Yes.
Well, he didn't want to brag; no thorough
gentleman never Dragged; but if he wasn't
heavy on "minor notes then no one was.
There might be better poets than he, and
there might be-might be, mind you; he
wasn't conceited-bettern oyelists; he didn't
know, never tried that style; but he was
particular - on minor notes.
We wanted locals, did WEI Well. sir,
he was lucky fellow. Locals was his
strong suit; he was death on locals. lie
remembered when he was local editor of
the Commercial 1.-TWO hundred month and
about as much more in perqnisites-he'd
work for less now, though-well he remem-
bered how he slung into them. Remem-
Der his last local? On the dog fight at
Taylor's Bottom. Is II possible we never
saw it? Where had we been the most of
our life; well when that came out he re-
membered old Halstead--he called him old
Halstead- through friendshp-he was a
frlend he didn't mind fifty cents, nor q