The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1875-08-09
An I..erv.eu In q Dry place

An lufe-vtew In o Dry place Il
Of the Gncin Sat. Com nerc'al.]
AURORA, o., July 30, 1875,
Yesterday dropped tnto saloon to keep
day, paradoxical as & may seem, and there
had the pleasure O. meeting an editor from
the interior of the State. Knowing your
anxiety soc'Al advantage of the opportual.y'
and qucstle ned him with the view to onta!n'
ing ,nfo' oss.Son on a subject OF genera III,
terest. approached him cautiously, anu
said:
Most noble and ilIustrious knight q the
a,stcnN and scissors, will you De go0u
snonrh to cplishten me with regard to the
Stotc of the elements. atmosphere, crops,
and things within the sphere Of your useful
ness?" . -.
He sat Gown au empty glass, and gazed at
me long and earnestly, but said nothing.
Evidently he did not comprehend. touched
my hat, and tried him again: ~
elbows the weather out your way, boss:>
He sighed deeply, and replied, "bad
enough-bad enough"
Iaw that the subject was painful to h'a,,
ana continued it:
| ~Any rain in your latitude!"
More than mortal man ever seen before"
4 sAny damage dones"
i GA civil war could not have done mere IN
the same time"
"Not much bay secured, suppose
~You mesn cured, instead OF secured,
don't you:" be asked.
! said believed did.
SWELL" be went on, ga very little, sK-a
very little-noue, in fact, except what the
farmers dried in their clothes wringers-"
"What effect has the wet weather upon
! / >f fro1
, "Disas,rous, cay dear sir disastrous. Eve.
, rythipe except the manufacture ane sale OF
nmhyel,as is erushed--humbled to the DUST.
or course there is but little dust after so
! much rain. but speak in fguratiTe sense.
UITmbrella men are all right, then, are
they?" ,xv,,
, umbrella manufactures are everywhere
spripging up like magic"
Every BODY ought to know by THIS time
how msgic springs up, and didL't question
him as to that point.
uYou are an editor and publisher, and
4 your business remains intact" | observed.
, You don't koow anything about 1t My
5 business was completely ruined, blottec out.
as il. were, In q single day"
3 "Ab, see. Water got up into the tur
r mace and put out the fires under the boiler
Couldn't work off your large edition by
hand, of course, and SO was compelled TO
STOP"
"Not exactly. You see get my outs'des
{ ready Drlnted from the Sandwich Islands.
Costs me a great deal more, but as general
y thing gives better satisfaction. The eallloo
D of last week contained poem beginning:
G When the humid showers gather over all the
And the m.ancholy darkness gently weeps in rainy
IT'S joy to press the pillow of cottage chamber
And Iisen 10 the palter of the soft rain overhead
:, "Sot noticing what was on my outside, L
' priptt d the edition and sent it out. loli see
= il had been raining dogs and cats for u month.
: When the farmers, the sturdy yeomanry,
i who are INV subscribers, saw this poem, they
. we're indignant had right to be. All
thought I was poking fun at them. In less
), time than it takes me to tell it, TIVE hundred
l. of them stopped their papers; yes, sir, w
: hundred of then! 1t was frightful. stop
n nv PAPER! was shot at ME fore and ait.
', WHY. | never saw anything like it in all my
. life. Those who couldn't crowd into the
sanctum hurled abusive and threatening
+ notes through the window, or dropped them
, down the chimney. One fellow wanted TO
! know if supposed farmers had no sense OF
q feeling at all. Another shook his fist under my
T. editorial nose and asked me if took him for
, peanuts. 1t would have been tempting
= Providence to have attempted an eXplana-
ton. firmly believe they would have torn
the building down over my head bad l
opened nv mouth. At their urgent request
6 kept striking names from my list until two
hundred of them had gone the way of all
' flesb."
, AT this point the editors feelings over
bo far tEa brnn ri
bottle. He drank alone and in silence, and
. then resumed
. 81 hope. my dear boy, that you may never
feel the pangs OF having al fine business torn
, from your grasp-a business, too, like mine,
that required talent. and genius, and years
of toll to build up"
"But," said, "you will not allow this
!, misfortune great as it is, TO discourage you.
OF course you will continue the paper Tor
the rest of your subscribers. You will con.
', tinue to send them their weekly budget OF
foreign and miscellaneous intelligence, last
, years market reports, and appeals for mo-
uey?"
"Not while memory holds reel in this
, distracted globe" he answered impresslvely,
. tapping his forehead with lead-pencll. Ii
! wouldn't pay me to publish paper for the
q thirty or forty remaining subscribers when
I take into consideration the fact that they
- are all dead-heads. = No, sir! I'm out OF
:, business. Qtheilo's occupation > gone. Ful
g q waif upon the shores OF time. When
y return home will announce the permanent
3 suspension of the Battle Cry Of Freeaona.''
:. depressed the hope that Wall street would
q withstand the shock that would naturally
q follow such announcement.
elf it DON'T" he sald winkiug significant
r ly at me, and speaking in L slow and awful
>. tone" il it don't, 1t can fold its tents like
, the Arabs"
= There was nothing left for me to do but tC
q silently steal away. CRis.
An Hour at the Centr&l-S Station Court.
, GErnln inp Del rnit Erle Press