The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1888-01-20

sue over DcStOWcu moro IMAM pass
ing glance upon me never discovered
the fact.
pate was killed one night-shot in
gambling house row. He was a clever
fellow. well-known throughout that
country, and, being man of sportish
tendencies. not at all unpopular.
"'Eph. | said to my city editor and
reporters staff the night before the
funeral was to occur, give Pate 4 good
send.off tomorrow. Lay il on thick
'Half-column?' asked Eph, lazily.
"'Half column, nothing" retorted
|; give him column and quarter.
Write up the best eulogy you can. tn
boom our subscription list. Besides,
may be the deceased deserves it. Any
way, do the funeral up in good shape
"'All right said Eph; III do that
same-Tll make the people in these
parts think they have had IN angel in
their midst all these years, and weren't
aware of the fact until Ephriam Jones
published it in the Silver Horn ErcHing
| Star
ut was just 4:30 the next afternoon
when the paper went to press. Eph
had written up the funeral. doing it in
tirst-class style, too, in spite of the fact
that he was heavily loaded with liquor
when he attended the obsequies. At
| $3.50 that afternoon / was sitting in my
sanctum grinding out editorial copy
| for the morrow when | heard a knock
at the door.
"'Come in. called.
1.-The hinges crcakcd. A figure
stepped over the Threshold. | gasped
for breath. 1t was Mrs. Pate! was
at last face TO face with my goddess
What docs it mean thought to my
self. Very soon afterward | found
out
"'Are you the editor?' asked Mrs.
Pate. in chilly tone, an expression OF
grim determination on her marble
features, which never looked more
beautiful to me than they did just at
that moment.
81 am. madam 1 replied. trying
to appear calm. q made a lamentablo
failure of IT'D
Then, sir, said my visitor, slowly,
may ask you what you mean by in
sulting the memory of my dead hus-
band?
What gasped, family, a sicken-
ing fear stealing over me. Mrs. Pate,
what do you mean?'
"'Ah! | see you know my name,
she replied. Jelly, steely glitter in her
black eyes. May repeat the ques-
ton. What do you mean by trying tn
blackcn the character of man who :
in his grave"
"'Rcally, do not understand you.
madam | said. Il was not aware
that my paper had in any way tried to
injurc your dead husbands reputa-
ton q had not yet seen copy OF
that evenings STAR
"'Scc here, sir. she reioincd, per
haps you will understand me now,
and she spread the paper before me.
"'Read that, she said, pointing to
the first column on the first page. The
article itself was all right, being full
account of the life, death and funeral
of the late Mr.. Pate. But its heading!
Great heavens Its heading! fancy
| can see the black characters dancing
before me now. /. was as follows:
A SCOUNDREL COME!
SILVER Horn HAS SEEN THE LAST OF A MAN
WHO WAS Low-LIvED VILI.AIN!!
A Miserable Cur VINO Ought TO Have Been
Shot-Hs Career OF Infamy
IL saw it ALT Drunken Eph in
making up the form that afternoon
had. while in a state of partial or total
intoxication, placed over the obituary
article the display heading which was
written for an article relating to the
flight of notorious horse-thicf and cut
throat!
MADAME ] said to The woman. Ms
soon as had rcgained my power OF
speech. this il all terrible mistake.
Allow me to eX-'
There can be no explanation she
interrupted, in a harsh. dry voice; 4
can read, and | only know that you
havs most toully insulted the memory
of my dead husband. You have called
him scoundrel, n villain, low-lived
cur And do you dare to say that you
didn't mean to blackcn his nameF
with II motion as quick as that of q
ugrcss the widow drew revolver from
her dress. jumped for her wrist, and
grasping it held the weapon aloft.
"'Mrs. Pate. asked. imploringly.
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