The Irish standard., 1888-06-16

GIVE GOT FEW LITTLE PIECES HERE"
putting one foot on the table, tilted his
chair backward and began:
"THE VAIL OF THE SWAMP SPIRIT"
Is III that dark deep green old wood,
Where evening shadows fall,
Where the giant oaks have stood,
Stately: grand and tall:
Where the shiny toad is sitting
On his stool by nature made;
Where the twilight llues are fitting
In the cool and silent shade;
There you see, at twilight gloa1ny,
From the dark green sWamps arise,
a CHASTITY form OF dewy vapor,
With checks of death and hollow eyes,
Elbow much more of that have your in
terrupted Allen.
:sThere are ffty-si2 pages III ALL"
"You had better bring it out in book
form.''
ssI thought / would first run it in the
Westsrn Republic"
:sBut our paper is not copyrighted, and
some unscrupulous publisher might steal
this from you"
His reasoning was SO clear that the poet
became alarmed, and, closely rolling his
manuscript as if he feared the precious
treasure might be taken from him, hurried
home to lock it up. Smiling at his success
full ruse, Allen finished his salutatory and,
gathering up what news he could about the
dull little village and surrounding country,
handed in sufficient original copy to fill the
local columns.
There were some advertisements to 60 in
the paper, several clippings, and the form
was made up Miss Hopkins sent her re-
grets that, owing to a spell OF neuralgia.
she would not be able to prepare any thing
o,-+ hn hp an
hand without fail for the second. Allen
was wicked enough to mentally thank that
spell of neuralgia. After the form had
been made up and planed down, it had to be
unlocked to insert the startling intelli-
gence that Mrs, Smith had gone to visit her
married. daughter, Mrs. Josie Stone, at
Pipkinsville, four miles away.
For the last time the form was locked up,
planed down, put on the press, and the first
issue of the Western Republic run off and sent
to the world.
CHAPTER IL
TIE NEW EDITORS TRIALS-A MYSTERIOUS
SUBSCRIBER.
Allen GRAY had done all that under the
circumstances could be done to make the
first issue of the 1Vesterm Republic bright,
spicy and newsy. He was now to realize
that an EDITORS trials were not all before
the issue of his paper. Toby, the carrier,
went out to deliver the paper to the people
in the immediate vicinity of the office. He
was as faithful in the performance of his
duty as the average carrier on his first
trip; but he had not returned half an hour
before Mr.. Scott, another capitalist in the
town, who had given five dollars to have
the paper established, and in addition sub
scribed for one copy, burst into the office, his
face dark as thunder-cl cloud. In voice OF
repressed anger he cried:
sWhy didn't you send me paper? Your
confounded boy went right by my store an
never said turkey. If this is the way I'm
to be treated want my money back.''
Allen, a little confused at the angry mer-
chant, tried to mollify him, and hoped it
would never occur again.
"It's his first trip, MIR. Scott; I assure
you he will learn better soon. The boy over
looked you"
ssHumph! overlooked me, did he? I sup
pose I'm an Insignificant sort Of teller to
be overlooked by ragged, oare-footed,
stub-toed printers devil, am I?''
Allen learned the folly of telling men
they had been forgotten. One does not
wish to seem so unimportant as to be for
gotten, and to forget one is at best lame
excuse. Allen assured tho merchant it
should never occur again, gave him TIVE