Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-05-24

Prom the Providence journal.
The editor sat In his chair alone,
bu5.cr person there never was known;
when IN came a farmer, q jolly old soul,
Whose name for long years had been borne on the
OF paying subscribers He had come into town
To bring his good vile and some farm produce
down,
And, having moment or two he could spare,
Had run in as usual, 10 bring in a share
or his own inward sunshine, to tighten the gloom
Or the man OF the press, and his dull cneerieSs
The editors smile, as he lifted his eyes
And saw who was there, was OF joyful surprise;
And he greeted his friend with deal OF glad zest
For good chat with him was like taking rest
When at length the old farmer got ready to leave,
He said, with sly little laugh In his sleeve,
'.My dear friend, there is only one thing Just
want 70 say
Now, please don't get vexed, for you know It's my
way:
So mu n that is worthless-do you take the hint9
Wen; petty mlsfortunes, and little misdeeds.
And lots OF small matter that nobody reads"
The editor looked at him square In the face,
AT nrSt with a frown, then a smile took its place.
''ay dear friend" he replied, sim surprised you
Eyery line in the paper is read; but it's so;
And now, IL you wish, Will make my words good,
And prove what say, as every should.
I'll put In the very next paper a line
OF TWO about you I'm coarse print or fine,
whichever you choose, and just where you may
And II you don't find on the very next day
That your neighborS all read Ii, promise to give
Free subscription to you as long as you live"
agreed said the farmer; ''you shall sing a new
Put it right in the middle of one Of those long
Ffne-tyDe advertiSementS-I never yet knew
ANY person OF sense to read one of those through;
IL / hear from it twice VIII bring down to you
The best load of garden sauce ever grew"
Then the ''good days. were pass ID and the farmer
went out,
And the editor laughed to himself, without doubt,
As he thought or his wager, and how it would
And the nice little joke he would have on bis
friend;
Then ne wrote just two lines, and he ordered them
In the smallest of type, thinking, 'I'll win that
bet"
And he placed them himself, to be sure and not
In the mist OF close agate real estate sale;
For To better succeed in his little designs,
And have them connected with what followed and
make
A sentence complete in itself, without break.
These the lines that he wrote: sOur old friend,
good James True,
Who IS one OF the best men the world ever knew,
Oft wel-Snown Hope Farm"-that was all that
About James, but the line next below these two
"wfr be sold very ete,p"-then went on to I'M
The beauties and bounds of the land to be sold
The paper was printed: The next day but one
The farmer came In with his eyes full of fun:
"fou have won" he began, 'just as sure as you're
born:
VIII, before I got breakfast ate yesterday morn,
Two or three neighbors called, on purpose to see
What tllt meant In the paper they saw about me-
Il hadn't seen 1t yet) Then, during the day,
Every neighbor that met me had something to
sly
About M being sold. was sold very cheap,
And you did t well, too; It was too good to keep.
so I've 1 the whole story, and come with all
SDced
To bring you the garden sauce as agreed"
The editor looked from his window and saw
His friend had brought in all his horses could
draw
All for him; he declined 10 accept 1t, but found
That his friend would not listen, and was OF with
bound,
Saying, cheerily, as he went out: SIN your next
just say jim Trues preaching, and this Is his
text:
There's naught in the paper-fruit, flowers or
weeds
Nor line in the paper that nobody reads"
E p. TOBEY.