Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1886-02-19

NlthoUI lpoNlhS up from thc cNthdhg'
he was reading.
what" said little Simeon with
start.
Mark it solid nonparoil ,oij Billy,
''and old Bogg~ n set it doublc-Icadcd in
primer, an I'll bet on it
"But, law, Billy" sdd little Simeon.
ashast at the thought "sposc he finds
us out!'
Billy shrugged his shoulders and said
Il was none of hi, circus hut said that
heed bet hisirc hatifhcwantcd anything
doablc-lcadcd in paper Of his, he'd
have it doublc-lcadcd or bust his bilcr.
Little Simeon pondcrcd over the mat
ter minute or two the wrote on the copy
Solid nonpareil, ran to the hook and
clapped it on, and dashed out Of the
Office like a shot.
Next day Mr.. Boggs took the copy of
the hook.
:" Solid nonpareil hey" said he
Wen solid nonparcil it,
He scratched at little Simcon's dircc
tions and wrote oycrit. Long primer,
double lead Genius triumphcd. again
for the time, but Mr. Boggs found out
little Simeons strategy in some way after
a month or so. Little Simeon was salts
fed that he was discovered by seeing in
the Beacon Light one week after his
stirring appeal to the people to support
socum for Pathmaster set in solid non
pareil, and half column communication
on the subject of Hcridity from Psychol
ogcal Point of View, which he had tax
en- the chance of getting in the paper to
oblige a scientific friend, heading the cd
itorial column In doube-leaded long prim-
er Then little Simeon knew that it was
futile to interfere where Mr.. Boggs ruled,
and he meekly submitted.
Little Simeon was deeply in love with
the village blacksmith pretty daughter.
She was as meek and quiet and gentle as
she was pretty, which is saying great
deal, and she returned little Simeon's
love One Christmas the girls of Grass
vile were getting up little entertain
ment for the benefit Of the church, and
the blacksmiths lovely daughter was ap-
pointed committee to see that proper
notice Of the affair should be given in the
E3eais IsightA She told little Simeon
that very night That there must be a
good notice in the paper that week, for
Friday was Christmas. Little Simeon
said to his sweetheart that she would
have to see Mr.. Boggs about the matter,
as he had charge Of all such things on
the Beacon Light The blacksmith's
pretty daughter went to the newspaper
office the next day. Little Simeon was
out She walked meekly and quietly up
to Mr.. Boggs, and, in her gentle way,
told him what she wanted, and asked
him if he would give them a good notice.
Maybe you don't know me, Mr..
Boggsl" she said 'I'm Miss Fry, the
blacksmiths daughter"
ooh! you are, eh2" said Mr.. Boggs.
turning about and talking very loud.
"Well, there's never been any black
smithing done around this office, and
there never will be as long as I'm here.
You can't get any notice in this paperm
Welll 1t was all that Miss Fry could
do to keep back her tears, and she hur-
ried from the office half scared to death.
On her way home she met little Simeon.
Then she could contain herself no longer,
and began to boo-boo in earnest. As
soon as she was able she told him how
rudely she had been treated by Mr..
Boggs, and what he had said TO her
Little Simeon said nothing, but after
leaving the blacksmith's daughter at her
house, he walked very rapidly back to
the Beacon Light office. People that he
met turned and looked after him.
whats up with little Simcon!n they
said. "Ain't crazy is he2'
When little Simeon reached the office,
he went up stairs three steps at time
He dashed through the door, and shut it
after him with bang. He never stop
ped until he reached NIr Boggs. Mr.
Boggs was a six-footer.
She can't get any notice in this paper,
en-! yelled little Simeon, and he sprang
in the air and hit Mr.. Boggs a thump
under the car that dropped him in
heap on the floor. Little Simeon pounced
on him. He hammered, and clawed. and
kicked. lie scattered the astounded Mr.
Boggs about the floor like BAG of chaff
biny Puterbaugh climbed clear up on his
case, and looked down on the frantic little
simeon with bulging eyes, as he thrashed
1ng - il'nerto lnyincible Mr.. Boggs around.
Galleys were pied, frames upset, and oen-
O"aos was apparently approaching.
Nr' Boggs seemed utterly helpless in the
handS OF the inturated little Simeon, and
alter batting him about like an old tin
Kettle until Billy Puterbaugh thought
ne must surely bo dead, little Simeon
dragged him to the head of the stairs and
tnmbled him from top to bottom.
Maybe there's never been any black
smlthing done around this establish
ment' exclaimed little Simeon. as he
came back and looked about him. "but
Il he don't think there's been little
uone !, Just now, then he's tougher than |
think he islo
lnen little Simeon sat down in his
sanctum Il 'spose he'll come back and
NH me- by and bye" " said he, but l don't
care cuss."
but Mr.. Boggs didn't come back The