The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-03-10
A SAD EXPERIENCE.

"Oh. yes, I've been in the newspaper business, said man of excellent appe- tite as he sat at table. eating dinner ~ith party of friends, for which the friends of course paid.
 .Yes," he continued, "l was one of the founders of great newspaper. several years ago. party of ten capitalists, in- eluding myself. you understand. con- ceived the idea of publishing newspa- per in Nashville. Tenn. There was no scarcity of papers, particularly, but somehow we thought we could build up a good circulation on the defects of our contemporaries. have forgotten how much money we invested a great deal though. think. for know put in all 1 had. We called the venture the EieHiag .Raii. and il continued 10 appear every evening for two months. Then. somehow, some of its vigor seemed 10 have leaked out. We did not lose heart even after this. We certainly didn't lose any more money. Finally the great journal began to stapger. \ tottering newspaper is hard thing to hold steady. Gradually we were convinced that the institution could not be operated without little frlen lily as- sistance from the outside. Such extrem- ltics had been reached that all of the propretors slept in the office. I've for gotten where they a,e. remember finding piece of bread under hat one morning. wasn't hungry but didn't want to see the bread wasted. After while one of the boys came along, took up the hat and yelled. Who the devil stole my breakiastE didn't tell him oi my economy. for knew that the informa- ton could never be of any servlce to him. Well, eventually we sold our institution 10 the Banner company. don't know how much we received. It strikes me, though. that we delivered our rights and titles, what we had. went over to sa- loon. took drink with the B,mHer peo- pie and called the thing square. didn't drink anything for long tune after that. No. didn't join a temperance or ganization. saw that whisky was in- turing me and decided to stop. But l broke my resolve. One night. while go- ing down the street. met printer named Ben Ford, one of the best fellows in the world but slightly addicted to drink. He never made il special point to pay saloon bill. and after awhile il got so that Ben didn't always receive drink when he'd call for it. We'll. met Ben
 "'l am on my say down 10 take drink, he said, wont you go along
 Il wen, along. When we entered the saloon. a magnificent place. Ben said
 Colonel. we want a couple of drinks.
 "'ies, but know you. old fellow. You don't get any drinks in my house.
 "rhank you, SIT. Ben replied. and turning to me. not lhc least rutiled Tn temper. showing none of the flutes and trills of disappointment so apt to crop out en such occasions, he began to tell quiet. peaceful story. NV ont you have another drink : he said l looked al him m astonishment. 'Ah. Mir. Bartender. nj up those glasses again. Give me some of the same and we got the same nothing.
 "l left Nashville soon after this. l didn't care to establish any more news papers. came to Arkansaw. and have managed to pay my board or to eat whether or not the board was settled, ever since then. Tried to- waiter. bring me another dozen oysters and another cup of coffee. Started 10 say that tried to preach once Wor- ried along for about three months. The conference sent me down in the swamps, where l shook of my disguise. plainly showing the people what citizen was. No. don't want to establish another newspaper