The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-08-20
TWO LoNG-FELT WANTS.
Bill Nye Tells How They Foa9bt aud Were
ScoOped In by the sheriff.

Bill Nye Tells How They Fousht aud Were
Scooped In by the sheriff.
Robert J. Burdette having related His ex
perience with young and struggling daily,
move that other brethren present relate
their own little history. think il is some-
times relief to unb,irden the soul by a
confession.
toyed with daily once which was in
eorporated to fill long-felt want. 1 did
not know it was loaded. There was rival
daily that had been running two years, and
We entered the arena hoping to win an easy
victory over this paper and become great
power in the West. We made it our bust
ness to boom everything that was boomable
and to sneer at the lack of enterprise of our
adversary. We got specials by mail, press
report by slow freight and showed style
of fearless enterprise that was the envy and
the admiration of many large metropolitan
journals. We thought that onr adversary
would't last more than a month after cleo
ton, but Thanksgiving came and found the
Ecening Squdaoker still on deck The edi-
tor would come and borrow print paper of
us and then use it to call us the slime
bedecked and putrid exponent of still
mole baneful political faction. We would
borrow font of BREWER of him and charac-
terize his paper as the wailing founding,
dying in the poisonous vapors of the deadly
swamp of political filth, wherein it had
chosen its bed, edited by the bitter foe of
the laundress and Lindley Murray, a man
who had evaded justice for forty years, and
not content with tho outrage of all moral
sense had declared war on the spelling
book.
Thus we kept up spirited contest for
long time. Sometimes we couldn't get our
paper out of the freight Office and some
times he couldn't, but we would loan each
other the last quire We had aud keep friend
ly, while through the columns of our re-
spective papers We spoke of each other in
language which might have been construed
as reproachful to some people.
1t was an exciting time. One day the
Squaaoker would offend subscriber and he
would come over to us, and the next day
we would unwittingly tread ON the toes of
one of our great army of subscribers, and he
would go over to the enemy.
The editor of the other paper and myself
saw that it was going to be war of exter-
mination. We ground our teeth and our
shears and sailed in. At the end of the first
year he had discharged his servant girl and
my paper owed me $500 salary. At the
end OF the second year he had blown in his
fine brick residence and / had taken my
salary as police justice and thrown it into
the rapacious nav of my little hungry,
long-felt want.
One day the little, muddy measly, long.
suffering features of the Eoeaiag .Sgudo.e,
failed to appear. We kept asking the Office
boy why the Squaoker didn't come. He
didn't know. Finally he went to the publi-
cation Office. The door was locked A
map of Dakota was hung over one window
and a printers towel over the other. The
Office boy raised the map aud stole in The
uncertain light here and there broke in
struggling rays through the thread-bare
places in the towel. On the desk lay letter
from the advertiser of the Colo Eraser, in
which he offered to take q column in the
S1ua,oker year, following pure reading
matter, and with 1000 lines of reading
notices to BIO strung along through the eli.
torials from day I'd day, in brcAd-faced type,
and in consideration therefor TO furnish for
two years to the editor or his order fifty
bottles of the Collie Eraser at publishers
prices, delivered ON board the oars
Everything about the Office showed that
the work had been going bravely on when
the summons came. In fact the summons
lay there on the desk among other papers
along with writ of attachment for $253. 85.
This shows what hold paper gets on its
subscribers and also what hold SUBSCRIBER
gets on the paper. The Sheriff had been a
subscriber to the Sqstd,oksf ever since it
started, but we didn't know his attachment
for the paper was SO great.
Z We won the day, but at what sacrifice.
The smoke of conflict cleared away and
showed that the victory was not worthy of
the carnage. We had survived, but we
we're not proud. The Squa,oker had fought
Us bravely and now its still, cold form lay
in state in the basement OF the chief credi-
tor, and the usual notice OF attachment was
tackled on tn; door.
The editor and myself met ON the follow.
ing day, and he was the more cheerful OF
the two. He said he felt sorry for me,
can use what get hereafter on my
family" said he, "but you can't. You
will feel guilty if you buy barrel of -four
for your own use, knowing that it may i'm
peril the next issue of tho paper. have
passed all that" And he was right. The
quicker man decides to cease publishing
daily paper whore it is not needed, lust
amply through high moral sense of duty.
the sooner he will become light-hearted and
joyous. paid 81, 900 for the privilege of
knowing this, and present ii TO every paid
up subscriber of the Free Press without
money and without price. don't know.
very much, but If there's anything do know
and know it hard, and know it with one
hand Ted behind me, it IL that BIZ ME-
in Detroit Free Press
A Preacher, His Nsishborhood asA a Fsnce.
The Rev. Sheldon Davis, asretired clergy
man, lives near wsM Ansonia, ON hill
which commands fine view. Across the
street livesa neighbor who does not love
Mr.. Davis and has recently built a high
board fence which completely shuts of his