The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-11-10
AN EDITORS ADVENTURE.
"Hello, old fellow, back SO soon ?'

Yes, replied Ioionei Muieoury, whom friend had addressed, "and l thank all of the combined powers of de- liverance that succeeded in getting back at all Let's step in here and get some of old Toms rye"
 The colonel, with the bright bapner of high hopes blazing in the sunlight of en- terprise had gone to remote section of Arkansaw to establish newspaper, which, as he expressed it, should "paralyze the natives"
 "Here's to you" said the colonel. Clink. !" believe that once heard you express yourself favorabiy concerning the project of eleetrofying the country with a modern journal, established in one of na- ture's unutilized places. Take the advice of an abused fool and desist. left here full of energy but come back lame and with an appetite satiated with disgusting adventure. loaded my printing mate rial on a wagon and after weeks drive over a road which, compared with other roads, is nightmare compared with a pleasant dream, reached the Red Deer neighborhood. was greeted with sus- picion by the people of the village, but l attributed this to their shyness. en- where was visited by many of the lead ing citizens"
 ". Who tole yer that we was hankerin' airter newspaper up here!" asked Pat sey Simmons. chair bottomer and justice of the peaee.'
 '.' Nobody, squire, said that you were thirsting for a paper, but knowing this to be highly intelligent community, nat urally supp osed that you wanted mouth piece
 "'Yas. but we don't. l run this cur munity, an I'd like ter sec myself let tin O editor come here an rob me O the fruits O all these years O toll an troubles SO, my frien', the best thing yer ken do is ter put yer led nails an thrash in masheen back in the wagin an drive, the pearter the better, ter destrick whar the sun ain't ap' ter shine so ho:. We're gwine ter have some powerful hot weather here, an from the looks O yer hide, yer an't uster no sich.'
 ..I was determined not to be frightened away by such idle threats, and told the squire that had come to stay"
 "' wouldn't be 'sprized," he replied. "'ren' ter make this yer home, reckin. v
 ". Yes. l thought would
 ". Good quiet place. I've seed many a man make his home here, but go on with yer rat killin' ef yer must. The bench has done give yer its 'pinion. No more ter say The bench ain't no slo1ch. It don't run all over the neighborhood tryin' ter gi, fokes ter listen ter it. and he took his departure, leaving me somewhat dis turbed in mind and trife uneasy in body.
 "The best people in the place encour- aged me. and without further conference with the justice oi the peace, rented a very small house and began work on my paper The magistrate did not come around again. decided that he had softened toward me. One night, as sat in the office, writing an editorial on the financial condition of the country, sud- denly felt dig in my side. so unre- strained that thought several of my ribs were broken. SPringing to my feet, looked around but could see no source from which the blow had come. went outside and walked around the house. but saw no one. tried to persuade my self that 1t had been a mere fancy, but hang it, my ribs were too sore for any such supposition. returned to my work with pistol lying on the table, and oc- casionally would nervously look around the gloomy apartment. Finally my fears subsided, and again became interested in my work, when another punch, very nearly in the same anatomical locality sent me sprawling on the floor. This time l yelled. couldn't help it. 1 yelled inside the house and yelled out side. yelled until my neighbors. alarmed by my cries, ran to the dismal scene of mysterious action. We made an extended search, but no one could be found. had moved my bed to the office, and at last, extinguished my light and lay down. l had just fallen into an uncomfortable doxe, when whack something struck me across the breast. yelled and yelled, but no one came, while the something continued to poand me with increasing vigor. drew the cover up to protect my head, and allowed the pounding to proceed. thought oi