McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1884-07-10
STARTING A PAPER.

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4 eHello, old fellow, back 50 soonp"
"Yes," replied Colonel Mulebury,
whom friend had addressed, sand
thank all of the combined powers of de-
iverance that | succeeded in getting
back at all. Let's stop in here and get
some of old Toms rye"
The colonel, with the bright banner
of high hopes blazing in the sunlight of
enterprise, had gone to a remote Sec
ton of Arkansaw to establish a news
paper which, as he expressed it, should
paralyze the natives.
"Here's to you,'' said the colonel.
81 believe that 1 once heard you ex-
press yourself favorably concerning the
project of electrifying the country with
a modern journal, established in one of
natures unutilized places. Take the
advice of an abused fool and desist.
left here full of energy, and came back
lame and with an appetite satiated with
disgusting adventure. I loaded my
printing material on wagon, and after
weeks drive over road which, COM
pared with other roads, is as a night
mare compared with pleasant dream,
reached the Red Deer neighborhood.
was greeted with suspicion by the peo-
pie Of the village, but I attributed this
to their shyness. I engaged board in a
box called hotel, where was visited
by many of the leading citizens.
"'Who tole you that he was banker
in airter newspaper up here?' asked
Patsy Simmons, chair bottomer and JUS
tice of the peace.
"sNobody, Squire, said that you were
thirsting for paper, but knowing this
to be a highly Intellectual community,
naturally supposed that you wanted a
mouthpiece.'
"sYes, but we don't. 1 run this cur.
munity, an I'd like to see myself let
tin o. editor come hear an rob me O.
the fruits o. all these years o. toll an
trouble; so, frien', the best thing yer
ken do is ter put yer led nails an
thrashin' masheen back into the wagin
an drive, the pearter the better, ter q
deestrick whar the sun amt ap' ter
shine so hot. We're gwine to have
some powerful hot weather here, an
from the look o. your hide. yer amt
ulster no sich.'
"sI was determined not to be fright
ened by such idle threats, and l told
the Squire that had come to stay.
"sI wouldn't be 'sprized,' he replied
TEN ter make this yer home, reckin.
"sYes, thought I would
"'Good, quiet place. I've seed many
man make his home here; but 90 on
with yer rat-killin' eff yer must. The
bench has done give yer its 'dinion. No
more ter say. The bench amt no
SLOUGH. 1t don't run all over the neigh
borhood tryin' to git folks to listen ter
it, and he took his departure, leaving
me somewhat disturbed in mind, and q
trif1e uneasy In body.
'tThe best people in the place en-
couraged me, and without further con-
ference with the justice of the peace,
rented very small house and began
work on my paper. The magistrate
did not come around again. I decided
that he had softened toward me. One
night, as 1 sat in the Office writing an
editorial on the financial condition of
the country, 1 suddenly felt q dig in
my side, so unrestrained that I thought
several of my ribs were broken. SPRING
ing to my feet, looked around, but
could see no source from whence the
blow had come. went outside and
walked around the house, but saw no
one. tried to persuade myself that it
had been mere fancy, but hang it,
my ribs were too sore for any such sup
position. returned to my work with
a loaded pistol lying on the table, and
occasionally 1 would nervously look
around the gloomy apartment. Finally
my fears subsid I'd, and I again became
interested in my work, when another
punch, very nearly in the same anato-
mical locality, sent me sprawling on
the floor. This time yelled. couldn't
help it. 1 yelled inside of the house
and yelled outside. I yelled until my
neighbors, alarmed by my cries, ran
to the 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
1 extinguished my light and lay
down. l had just fallen into nun
comfortable doze, when swhack' some
thing struck me across the breast. ]
yelled and yelled, but no one came,
while something continued to pound
me with increasing vigor. drew the
cover up to protect my head, and
allowed the pounding to proceed. ]
thought of the pistol, but could see
nothing. didn't know where to aim,
but I drew 1t out. The something