The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1886-02-11

wv -n-0-t!' Slu Httle Slmeon Wlln II
start.
"Mark it solid nonparcil," said Billy,
"and old Boggs III set it doublc-lcaded in
primer, an rll bet on it,"
"But, law! Billy" said little Simeon,
aghast at the thought. "S'pose he finds
us uutl"
Billy shrugged his shoulders and said
it was none of his circus, but said that
heed bet hislfc that if he wanted anything
doublc-c loaded in a paper of his, he'd
hive it double loaded or bust his biler.
Little Simeon pondercd over the mat
ter minute or two the wrote on the copy
'Solid nonparcil," ran to the hook and
clapped it on, and dashed out of the
office like shot.
Next day Mr.. Boggs took the copy off
the hook.
" Solid nonpareil,' hcy" said he.
Wen solid nonparcil it,"
lie scratched at little Simeon's dircc-
tons and wrote over it, "Long primer,
double lead" Genius triumphcd again
for the time, but Mr. Boggs found out
little Simcon's strategy in some way after
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
Slocum for Patbmastcr set in solid non
pareil, and half-column communication
on the subject of Heridity from Psychel-
ogical Point of View, which he had TAX
en- the chance of getting in the paper to
oblige scientific friend, heading the ed
| itorial column in double-lcaded lOng-prim-
or Then little Simeon knew that it was
futile to interfere where Mr.. Boggs ruled,
and he mcekly 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 a great
deal, and she returned little Simeon's
love. One Christmas the girls of Grass
vile were getting up little entertain
mcnt 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
Beacon Light. 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 sec 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 meckly and quietly up
to Mr.. Boggs, and, in her gentle way,
told him what she wanted, and asked
him if he would give them good notice.
"Maybe you don't know me, Mr..
Boggs2" she said. "Tm Miss Fry, the
blacksmith's daughter"
ooh! you are, eh?" said Mr. Boggs,
turning about and talking very loud.
''Wcll, 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 paper!''
Well! 1t was all that Miss Fry could
do to keep back her tears, and she hur-
red 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
rudcly she had been treated by Mr..
Boggs, and what he had said to her.
Little Simeon said nothing, but after
leaving the blaoksmith's daughter at hel
house, he walked very rapidly back tc
the Beacon Light office. People that he
met turned and looked after him.
"What's up with little Simeon!" 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 il
after him with bang. He never stop
8 ped until he reached Mr.. Boggs. Mr.
Boggs was six-footer.
'She can't get any notice in this paper
, eh2" yelled little Simeon, and he spranl
in the air and hit Mr.. Boggs thuml
under the ear that dropped him in {
heap on the floor. Little Simeon pouncet
on him. He hammered, and clawed, ant
kicked, He scattered the astoundcd Mr.
Boggs about the floor like bag of chaff
Billy Puterbaugh climbed clear up on hi
case, and looked down on the frantic littl
. Simeon with bulging eyes, as he thrashe,
the hitherto invincible Mr.. Boggs around
Galleys were pic( frames upset, and gen
eral chaos was apparently approaching
: Mr.. Boggs seemed utterly helpless in tn
. hands of the infuriated little Simeon, am
after batting him about like an old tin
Y kettle, until Billy Puterbaugh though
n he must surely be dead, little Simeo
n dragged him to the head of the stairs an,
S tumbled him from top to bottom.
c '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 littl
+ done just now, then he's tougher than
r. think he is!n
n Then little Simeon sat down in hi
it sanctum. dispose he'll come back an
kill me, by and bye" said he, but don
= care cuss."
Al But Mr.. Boggs didn't come back. TIL
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