The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-08-23

C831D00e. f0xk0&T p3f0c4f1xy 0kx1xEo xt- garding the death of your one hundsed and swensy-seven year old man anssez paid"
 In the course cf . few hours the an sweT was returned:
 "Know 10 one hundred and twenty sexen year old man; cannot understand your question. n.--verroo.'
 The edifcr took a few turns up and down the room, his hands crossed behind his back. Then seating himself again al the table he wrote the fcllowing lines to the literary editor:
 Ny dear M.nzice.-The statement Of our Latouche in to-day's paper, is another lie: pray take no notice of it, however am still curious to sec how the case vill turn out.n
 Two days later, the evening journal, La psyikt, the sworn rival and adversazy of Egal,kt, appeared with singing sally upon the "Cnion of Falsehood with stupidity and obtuseness- Abiding to the absurd fictions published for some time among the Faits divers Of certain journal, Ia Feyiks launched out into a small master-piece of satire, a perfect shower of sparks, malicious ridicuie. and unansverable irooy. Not only the Faits divers, with cut of Pierre Latouche, but the entire editorial corps received cutting personals. A brilliant conclusion stamped the witty article, altogether, as rare achievement in the journalistic world.
 The editor of EgsIs was utterly be- aide himself, and sent immediately for the unfortunate writer who had opened the way for such an attack upon the paper.
 "Monsieur Lxtonche.r said he. as with downcast looks the latter entered the room, "l mus; insist ;ha; you give me q, once some explanation of your method of conducting your editorial department How do you account for the repeated and persistent reports concerning the deaths of people of advanced age, the mos, ab- suyd statements, and of which no, 2 sylla- bie has been true:
 Pierre Latouche gave no answer.
 "l am waiting for an explanation, if l may ask one"'
 Pardon" stammesed La,ouche-. you will admit .
 The editor was purple with rage.
 will admit wha;.' he cried. |" 1 will admit that you are ruiniEg the paper There, read that, and see wha, La Ffyik< gets out to-day.' -
 know the article already said Ls- touche.
 So, you do and you speak as quietly as if this scathing attack were the fairest of compliment"
 Alas am wresohed, murmuIed La touche.
 Wresched ?" cried the other. Ina, is what you should have been earlier But once more, how has ii been possible for you so to misuse your trust, and make the Egaiift thus the jes, of the world 7" Alas, Monsieur said Latouche, al. most weeping, had ever expected such result-bu, promise you, Ia tyitt shall pay for this
 "La !fyitt IS perfectly right, was the furious answer, but enough of this If you are not able to give some expla- nation of this affair, am simply under the necessity of annulling our contract for the next year"
 Pierre La,ouche seemed struggling with himself
 Monsieur said he finally, mo, your threats, but the sense of justice, con- strains me to tell you the truth. You will laugh at me, know-but that mus, be borne. You shall not believe tha; ou, of wantonness, stupidity. or want oi better material, have-listen, Monsieur Il have an old father--he is now eighty five years old-he reads no paper bu, ours"
 
 Well, what more:" asked the editor coldly.
 "The man is old" continued the other in tender accents, livery old, but still active and strong and he longs-oh he longs SO 10 live. And now when he reads Of others who have grown very old don't laugh Monsieur-when he reads of these the old man rejoices SO. have myself watched him often and seen his dim eyes brighten and glow, and he says so joyously, see, Pierre, see anothes has reached hundred years-it may be Gods will that l too shall live to see your little ones provided for .'-and SO l have thought-it was indeed ioolish- but you can not think, Monsieur, how happy have been when thus, undis- covered, 1 have written each of these little stories, and laid it in black and white, where the old mans eyes would fall upon it."
 As he gazed into the noble carne st face before him with is expression as artless as school-boys, by many thought so stupid, the editor bit his lip 10 repfess the emotion stirred within him.
 Monsieur Latouche," said he. after a pause, once in each half year you have my permission 10 indulge the speci- ality which you have chosen, but will you be 90 good hereafter as always to locate your long lived people either in S~eden or Scotland, where we have no control ling subscribers and nov go and see how you can make il out with La Hsriss. Adieu, dear friend"
 He pressed Latouche's hand warmly, and turning axoy murmured:
 God grant that my son may some day be as foolish for me-