The Russellville Democrat., 1877-07-12
FwHERE's THE EDITOR.y
Hew Fe~aaye Pioneer Corrected . Sa
 FrnuciscO Libel.

Eruuc1ecO A1Oe1.
 The solitary reporter at work in the Mail office yesterday morning sprang to his feet as if reversed pile-driver had struck him, for the inquiry was a scream. She stood in the door, and by eye-meas- urement weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. Her face was red with rage, her fists were dug into her sides, and she was terrifying figure to behold.
 "Are ye the iditor?"
 "Good God, madam, mol"
 It's we'll fur ye yer not" cried the woman, fur begob if ye was I'd have me mark on that fwhite face av yez. Dye see me? Dye see me? 2"
 :. Certainly, madam, yes, oI course. Good Lord !"
 "Luk at me thin, bad scran till ye !! Does Oi lux like it? Wud 0i let him do it? Wud Off"
 "No, certainly not"
 An me in Californy since fifty.two --me that kem round the Horn in the Bloody Buccaneer be the same token. Wud Oi let him do it7 Wud Oi! Yah!"
 "Bless my soul Be calm, madam. hO CuitOi III Do III SOOu. IIc-
 Yah Let me git me claws on him an Mill rip the dirty face av him so Oi will Do Oi lux like it? Do Oi?
 You do not, madam" hastily ad- mitted the reporter, clutching the back of his chair as the fearful woman threw her red and black shawl on table and began marching up and down.
 |" Me that kem round the Horn in fifty two: me that's married these thirty year come August; me that's raised family av noine, wid foive in Lone Mountain two byes and three gurls-the first in fifty-three wid mayzles that was Timo- thy Garge, as foine child as iver walk ed. Then in fifty-six, Mary Ann broke down wid whoopin' cough, an in two days was in her grave. Not morn two wakes after John Pathrick was tux wid the fayver, an was laid besoide her. Oh, wurra. an to think that dirty paper wud say it Fwhere is he, the mane divil? Fwhere is he? Me, the mother av thirteen an adacent married woman, doin me own work, an owin' divil cint, an wid me own house an lot bought an paid fur at the Mission. WhoO, hoO-oO-oo."
 Now the reporter breathed again. His manhood asserted itself in the presence of feminine tears.
 "Hem! Would you be so good, mad am, as to tell me what the paper did say to offend you9"
 "Fwhat did it say, is it? Oh, the face av ye! Dye mane to say that ye haven't sane it, an the whole town up it's finger at the Finnegansl Lux at that! Lux at that and, with a howl, she flung down this scrap:
 Michael Finnegan broke a glass over a head on Mission street last night, because credit for drink was refused him. He was taken in and charged with as- sault.
 Well?" mildly suggested the report CT.
 "Well, is it? Oh, ye smooth, de- cayteful young divil, take that! And that Whuroo!"
 Wild broken shrieks for help issued out of the Mairs editorial rooms, and then all was still. Mrs. Finnegan may rest assured that he will never receive another days work from this journal. All journals are liable to be imposed upon, and it is matter of deep regret with the editor that careless and un- reporter should have wound ed the feelings of any lady. When the editor returns from the voyage to China, upon which he will start overland this he will do himself the honor to shake MT. Finnegan by the hand.