The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-06-07

used to break my dolls. always hated you for itr
 But you don't hate me nos. do you 2
 "l can't like you"
 "Won't you kiss me good-byeT
 "No, Iwon't feel sorry for you, but l don't like you"
 "I rather like yeu, and wouldn't ob- ject to kissing Snu, especially as have nothing else on hand, still, if vcu don't approve of such a course, why guess I can get alosg without such evidences of affection"
 Fl despise fool" she replied. Yes, so does a fox. Farewell, fair maiden of the glen. Milk the COWS regularly, and keep the churn-dasher clean. Goodbye, butterfly" turning to the little girl.
 Do on erway," said the child. "You's bad"
 Humph. Atmosphere seems to be full of 1t.
 -' Pious pas
 And matronly mas,
 Teachers and students and sich,
 Have finished their work,
 With no sign of shirk-
 So much for the paddle and switch
 That's a poem had thought of dedicatirg to this neighborhood Don't stare. won't charge you anything for il. Fair maiden of the glen, again good bye. Do not weep for me Wet not your shimmering pillow with the dew drops of the soul When you attain the age, and the vanity which will necessarily follow, put up your hair in curl-papers and giggle when the clod-hopper-whose ears have doubtless pulled-mee,s you on the porch. Fair maiden of the glen, the vile sinner departs
 She looked after him for a moment, and said: He could be % nice if he would. I'll bet anything that he falls in love with some hateful thing and marries her. Well, don't care, for l dcspise him anyhow"
 CHAPTER III.
 Bill shirked no duty, but went to work in earnest. He did not neglect his studies, but became more and mere de- voted to his books. After working for several years at the case, having attracted the attention of the managing editor by an article which he contributed to the paper, Bill was given position as re- porter. In this capacity he distinguished himself His clear and vigorous style of composition, his untiring energy and his extensive fund of useful information gained for his work true appreciation. From reporter he became city editor. then managing editor, and then, after having made a reputation of which he was not aware, he was offered position on one of the leading newspapers of New York. The men for whom he had so long worked, and to whom he had be- come so much attached, advised him to go. Where can you find a friendship SO disinteresied as that which exists in newspaper office?
 " Mir. Brown" said the old editor, "it will be difficult to i'll the vacancy which your resignation will create, but advise you to go. Take the advice of an old man: Never refuse advancement. It is your duty to make the mos, of lite"
 Again Brown distinguished himself. He was promoted from time to time un- til he became editor of a great metropoli- tan journal. His contributions to the leading magazines brought him literary fame, and an article on political economy, which he wrote for the NoyM Am<yieas Revi<v, was declared by senators and great politicians 10 be paper worthy of statesman. The people of Blue Cove, Arkansaw, often heard of Bad Bill, though he did not write to any of his old associates. 1 The superintendent of the Sunday school, now grown old and pretty stiff in his joints, declared that he had always said | that if Bill Brown would throw aside " fic- titious thought" he would make a man of himself. Miss Zelia Whitson, had for several years been boarding round the as teacher when she | heard from Bills uncle that the distin- guished editor intended paying visit to his old home.
 "l don't see why he wants to come back here and make fun of us all," she said. He never did have any respect for his friends"