The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1886-06-26

, on the Grave, alleging that YOU did no
nave room for it, and then gave up near
ly a column of your paper to frivolous
Jokes. | do not intend to read any
thing light this year. That is all | have
20 say; good afternoon.
The door closed behind. the solemn
man and then softly opened again tC
/, admit drcamy-cyel man with poetic
brow and general expression that
seemed to indicate that lie wanted
something he had never had and never
IS expected to have. ...
VI merely came in to remark" he
! began, as he" took the vacant chair,
'dhat you are sadlyncglccting the literary
department of your paper. not only
have noticed IL myself, but several of
my friends have called my attention to
it. You should byal means run a con-
tinhed story and havt from two to three
good short stories in each ISSUE Good
stories is the thing that is wanted to
make village paper popular. Every
body you ask will tell you that. A little
news and some local matter and the
marriages and deaths should be printed,
of course; but you shouldn't let any
thing crowd out the stories. l don't
take your paper, but my brothcr-in-law
does, and borrow it of him. have
intended for some time to mention this
matter to you, but could never think of
it when was in town before. If you
think these suggestions are of any value
TO you, you may send me your paper
gratuitously for year. Allow me to
bid you good day, sir"
The dreamy-eyed man went out as
softly as Il sixty days note falls due, and
a moment later another style of person
dropped into the vacant chair,and spoke
thus in tones that were sharp and quick:
81 don't think shall take your paper
another year. You are not making as
good paper as you should with your
opportunities. You are not giving your
readers enough local matter. Local
matter should be the chief feature of
the village paper. Everything else
should be made to give way to local
matter. A story now AMI then when
you have plenty of room, AMI bit of
poetry to please the young folks who are
in love, and little news matter are all
well enough, but if you want to make a
village paper a success, you've got to
let yourself out on local matter. Give
the news of your own community and
let the big dailies take care of the rest of
the world. And, by the way, if you are
a little short of local matter this week,
Won n,os- ~ UiIdU ---,,...vU,s- ana
patented the most common-sense churn
that has ever been introduced to the
people of this State. I'll be in again in
the course of few weoks and will then
pay you my subscription for last year;
Ngood day."
The village editor was just sliding
under the table, crushed and mentally
demoralized man, to hide his head in
despair or the waste-basket or both,
when loud knock at the outer door
brought him from his dreams to his
waking senses.
Glow are you, old felow?" cried
cherry voice, and the Old Subscriber
from up the creek took the village editor
by the hand with hearty grasp and
shook a pain in the editors shoulder
blade. And then the Old Subscriber
from up the creek seated himself in the
vacant chair and merrily spoke thus;
"Well, old boy, you're just giving us
the very best paper We ever had. A good
story every week, some poetry to please
the women folks, a column or two of
fresh humor to make us laugh and keep
or livers running on regular schedule
time, just about enough of politics, all
the news that is worth a busy man s
time to read, every important local
event written up in breezy, readable style,
and advertisements of all the public
sales and of the stores and shops that
offer MS bargains. Yes, sir; your paper
is good enough for me-w worth twice
what you ask for t-and | want to pay
| you years subscription for myself,
and here are four dollars more, for
which you may send your paper to my
son ont West, and my daughter down
| South, for they both like to get the news
from the old home, and you give them
more of it in one issue of your paper
than | could write in twenty letters.
That's all I've got to say to day. Come
out and sec me when | begin to make
cider, and bring jug along if you've
got one,and if YOU haven't, I've got one
70 lend YOU; goodbye"
And the old subscriber from up the
creek Went out with a smile u9on his
face that began just below his left ear
and spread lelsurely about over his face
and then quietly meandered back to the
place of beginning.
The village editor was about TO pinch
himself to assure himself that he was
really wide awake, when the cry of
copy! came to.his ears, and then he
didn't think it necessary to pinch him
self. He only folded up three crisp two
dollar bills and put them in his pocket
with the beautiful thought that this
world in which We live is not half so bad
world as folks sometimes dream.
FOUR OF A KIND.
Il beg pardon, miss" he began, with
a smile meant to be charming, 'but did