Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1878-09-13
q FRONTIER BULLDesER-


When applied for the position Of city
editor on the daily Scdtper, frontier pa
Der of some pretense the man at the helm
simply asked my name, age and weight,
and what knew about the business, and
he employed me.
"The proprietor is not hard to suit"
~s;d te the foreman that evening, as / be-
gan business
"Why do you think 80 p
because he engaged me at once" I
replied.
The foreman laughed.
"That's because he thinks you won't
Last more than day or two. They never
Do
"who?"
"The editors--get cleaned out you
know; knocked in the head, shot to pieces,
busted. Some Of 'em leave the first day !;
others hang on a week or two, then we
carry 'em to the hill you see over there,
and plant 'em. There's row OF local edi-
tors over there half mile long, and all
died with their boots on"
Truly, this was not very encouraging,
but did not believe half Of it.
Its fact though" declared the fore
man. "This town amt like other places,
and this is high pressure newspaper. II
you wish to be popular, you must pitch
into the people like blazes. Those fellows
over on the bill are popular"
And that's why they got killed, sup
pose p said.
II reckon so; at any rate they are dead;
Joe Hodges killed them-"
"yoe Hodgcs?"
~Yes."
''Who is he, pray2'
The town bully; the masher OF the viii
La lanhla- haa at-aa oh
Better not say anything about Joe, or he'll
waltz in here and mash you into jelly in
no time. Very particular is Joe about
newspaper notices"
Then he shall have none in this paper"
said detcrminedly.
"Oh, but that won't do" exclaimed the
foreman. "Joe is that sort of a fellow that
won't be slightcd he hates as
neglect; and then he is mixed up in every
row, so you'll have to mention him. In
fact, Joe Hodges is on the fight worse than
any man / ever knew"
Copy r. yelled out one Of the compost
tors.
The foreman cleaned the hook and rushed
into the composing room.
'I'1l fix Joe Hodges" said to myself,
when the man had gone. 1.-The first blow
is the best, SO here goes"
seized my pencil and wrote little no.
tice comparing Joe Hodges with a mule,
and saying that, according TO all accounts,
he was = drunken rascal, unfit for human
association.
The notice was put in type at once, and
appeared in the paper next morning along
with other locals, and that afternoon Joe
Hodges called.
I was busy writing when he came in, and
I looked up when hurried glance told me
who he was.
A short. heavy set, swarthy, low-browed
rascal, with black hair and eyes and red
shirt that was Joe Hodges.
Take seat said, and went on writ
ing. In half drunken way he fioundered
into chair.
-Joe Hodges"
dashed it down on broad piece Of
paper on the table.
"How old are you?"
"Forty-two," with surprised look.
dashed that down in tho same way.
"Your birth-place?'
Missouri" with still more surprise.
Iput it down and then reached for q
heavy revolver, which cooked and laid on
the table.
"Are you married 2" asked with
quiet look at the astonished man.
=" No." he replied, staring wildly.
Iput the answer down.
"What is your business2 2"
"a blacksmith"
made . record Of the fact, and then
looked up to ask another question, when l
saw that the bully had risen and stock
glaring at me, with his hand on the door.
'.What in thunder are you writingp"
he yelled, his face almost purple.
IAN obituary."
"Whose 2"
yours"
He may have had urgent business down
on the street; do not know; at any rate
he suddenly withdrew from my presence
and xayar hotbarn1 n, N any mora