Connecticut western news., 1886-02-17

office.
 'sHere's an editorial" said little Sim con, ''that I'd like to have set double leaded in long primer, but MT. Boggs won't let me, it isn't likely"
 'sMark it solid nonpareil," said Billy, without looking up from tho exchange he was reading.
 "W-h-a-tr' said little Simeon with start.
 ''Mark it solid nonparcil," said Billy, "and old Boggs Il set it double-leaded in primer, an I'll bet on it."
 ''But, lawl Billy" said little Simeon, aghast at the thought. "S'pose he finds us out2"
 Billy shrugged his shoulders and said it was none of his circus, but said that heed bet his life that if he wanted anything double-leaded in a paper of his, he'd have it double-leaded or bust his biler. Little Simeon pondered over the mat ter a 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 shot.
 Next day Mir. Boggs took the copy off the hook.
 [" Solid nonpareil' heya" said he. We'll solid nonpareil itv
 r He scratched at little Simeon's direo- tion's and wrote over it, "Long primer, double lead" Genius triumphed again for the time, but Mir. Boggs found out little Simeon's strategy in some way after 1 0 month or so. Little Simeon was satis- fled that he was discovered by seeing in the Beacon Light one week after his stirring appeal to the people to support parcil, and half-column communication on the subject of Heridity from Psychol- ogical Point of View, which he had talk en tho chance of getting fin the paper to oblige scientific friend, heading tho cd itorial column in double-leaded long~prim- or Then little Simeon knew that 1t was futile to interfere where Mr. Boggs ruled, and he meekly submitted.
 Little Simeon was deeply in love with the village blacksmith's 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 blacksmith's lovely daughter was ap- pointed committee to see that proper notice of the affair should be given in the Beacon Light. She told little Simeon that very night that there must be 0 good notice in the paper that week, for Friday WAS Christmas. Little Simeon said to his sweetheart that she would have to see MT. 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 MT. 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, Mir. Boggs7" she said. 'T'm Miss Fry, the blacksmith's daughter"
 "Oh! you arc, eha" said MT. 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 Pm here. You can't get any notice in this papcrp'
 Welll It 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 MT. Boggs, and what he had said to her. Little Simeon said nothing, but aftel leaving the blacksmith's daughter at he1 house, he walked very rapidly back te the Beacon Light office. People that he met turned and looked after him.
 "Whnt's up with little Simeon!" they said "Ain't crazy is ho2" When little Simeon reached tho office
 he went up stairs three steps at time
 He dashed through the door, and shut fl
 after him with bang. He never stop z ped until he reached MT. Boggs. Mir
 Boggs was siX-footer.
 ''She can't get any notice in this paper . . eh2" yelled little Simeon, and he spran, in the air and hit Mir. Boggs a thum] under tho ear that dropped him in
 heap on tho floor. Little Simeon pouncet on him He hammered, and clawed, an, , kicked. He scattered the astounded MT BQggs about the floor like bag. of chaf1 Billy Puterbaugh climbed clear up on hi case, and looked down on the frantic littl Simeon with bulging eyes, as he thrnshe'
 the hitherto inyinnible Mir. Boggs around
 Galleys were pic9, frames upset and gen
 erh chaos WAS apparently approaching k MT. Boggs seemed utterly helpless in tn :" hands of the inturiated little Simeon, an
 after batting him about like an old tin y kettle, until Billy Puterbaugh though D he must surely be dead, little Simeo n dragged him to the head of the stairs an s tumbled him from top to bottom. e "Maybe there's never been any black n smithing done around this establish !, ment," exclaimed little Simeon, as h . came back and looked about him, "bu # if he don't think there's been @ httl P done just now, then he's tougher than r. think he isls
 n Then little Simeon sat down in h 1t sanctum. "Isspose he'll come back an