The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-11-17
FOUGHT AN EDITOR.
Mir. Mulkis,le Seeks Revenge and is No; Satisfied with the Result


 Some time ago. when the Rev. Mir. Null kit,le preached in a small interior vil- lage. he greatly displeased the editor oi the local paper. and when the next issue came out, the reverend gentleman re- ceived copy
 "Ah," he said, tearing of the wrapper, !" Here IS the Langyille fo.drn
 II suppose the editor sen, it." replied Mrs. Mulki,,le.
 "Oh. yes, for l noticed that he paid particular attention to the sermon. He is very pleasant gentleman, and would not be surprised bu, that he would join the church fl were 10 preach there many more times. am looking for hls remarks on my sermon. An. here's quite an article" and Mir Muikittle began to read :.'' The Rev. Mir. Mulkittle preached in our town 10 large congregation las, Sunday. He seems to be man of some intelligence. although he has no doub, studied the bible closely, yet he has no idea of its implied charity. He does not belong to tha, generous class, born of the Savior himself, that advocates the pulling of an OK or an ass from ditch on Sun day. This Is rather bad for Mir. Mulki,- tie. and may rebound to his severe dis comfort, for, one of these Sundays he might fall into ditch and one of his class finding hlm in this sad predicament nigh, turn away. mu,tering. would like 10 accommodate the ass but cannot take him from the ditch to-day MT. Null kittle threw down the paper and for some time. in silence walked the floor.
 The villain and the reverend gen tleman clenohed his hand and shook il at the clock IS though that unoffcnding tune piece were responsible for the out rage. You slipped into my good graces by stealth, sir, again shaking his clenohed hand a, the clock, and you shau be made 10 feel a rus, retribution " and he raved in n, ot anger more violent than his wife had ever before seen. There are times when the fioodgates of mans indignant soul are thrown opcn-when the mighty torrent of wrath rushes in an avenging current. I'll pay you for ,h,s 7" and he shook his fist so close to the face of the clock that his wife was alarmed lest he should, ih the forge,fulness of frenzy. smash the family relic and scatter the milk tickets over the floor.
 am going to see that man. he said deeply. walking across the room like John Mccullough in Nirginius.
 "oh. no. no," implored his wife seizing his righ, arm which he was shaking at the clock and his Jeff which he was sway ing around in miscellaneous annihilaiion i" Promise me that you will no, seek quarrel with him.
 Quarrel with him !" replied Mir Mul- kitte eon,emptuously. Do VIC stop 10 quarrel with snake no VIC mash his head
 We'll, promise that you won't mash the mans head. For my sake and for sake of the children do not do anything rash"
 '' For you; sake. and for the sake of the children. will defend the honor of my home and sacred calling. will go to o-day.-
 "Oh. no. you can't I~u haven, the money to spare"
 Money is no object. Conference pays my railway fare. must show the people of that village ,ha, am fearless expo nent of the fakh. shall seek the in- sulter.''
 The tender wife exhausted her argu- ments of persuasion, and when the minis ter, equipped for the shor, journey, lef, the house, she eonsoled herself with the reflection that he would upon cooler re- hection decide not to go.
 When the minister arrived in the town he turned from the railway station with determination not in the least softend by his nde, and sought the office of l. Mec- limore, editor of the Potee. When MT. Mulkittie entered, the editor was sitting on a stool bottom chair. with his feet on a pine table Giving him the benefit of very liberal doubt, he was a, leas, half drunk.
 You are the editor Of ,ke tosfe. 1 be- lieve, said Mir. Mulkistle in an ill-oon- oealed attempt to disguise his rage.
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