The Springdale news., 1888-10-05

| rc~ts, the new editor found himself gatti,, into serious complications. | W hen Strong was gone, Tonoy Barnes who had been walking back and forth in front of the office window, casting anxinns looks inside for the last half hour. on 1 tered
 "Well, what is it!" Allen asked, fearing another volley of Ms.
 Wasn't that an awful piece Miss Hon. klns had in the paper last week about love d De ashamed to write any thing like it"
 Oh, it was pretty fair"
 "D'you think sol Well. that may do. hut I'd advise you to have nothing to do with Mss Hopkins writins. She can't write any thing that will be acceptable with the public. If you want essays or stories. I'll Write .em for you; but she will be sure to ruin the paper"
 Next day, IS Allen wa. in the midst of news items concerning the wreck of a steamer, he was aware of some one enter lng his office. He looked up and discovered Mss Hopkins, the old maid school teacher, and Toncys rival as poet
 !" JuSt thought would call in, Mr. Gray,n she sald, smiling carefully, lest she should lose her false teeth, "and bring you some poetry 1 see you had one of the effusiens of Mr. Barnes Il your last issue, and con- cluded that if you Was in such d strait for poetry would bring you some myself
 The editor felt bad. He assured her that he really had no occasion for poetry, but sometimes inserted a few lines if the verses were short
 :" Mine are very short and so quaint"
 :" hat is the subject.n
 . It is an ode to bat found dead in a garrett
 Allen thought of all subjects on earth a dead bat would be least calculated to in- spire one with poetic thought.
 '' Shall 1 read It: she asked She was q lady and he could not refuse to listen, so she read:
 - You feathery, leathery, uagainly bat,
 Sail round the room and fly in my hat,
 Or haste to escape at the door,
 Yod amusc the boys. you frghtea the cat,
 But now you are dead, poor bat,
 Lytng on the floor None make your shroud
 None shed a tear, Unfortunate bat,
 Over yoIr bier.
 ''' No tears be shed at this sad tale,
 So by its wing upon this nal
 I'll hang it. OnIy bat,
 Hung on the wall
 For folks to look at,
 And that aH o
 Tins poetic effuson had the merit of brievity, and the editor thought he might have room for it.
 "I think 1 will soon begin a serial story in the Htstey7t Rcpu5tie,' said Mss Hopkins. Suppressing q groan, the editor asked her the title
 gae G1ost of he Roeh House on te HiE- Top,
 The answer brought to the mind oi the editor the mysterious house oil the hill, and he asked Miss Hopkins if sine knew any thing of the people who inhabited it. Not maeh,n she answered; they've been there somo months, and no one knows their names Some say that the man is a brigaad, some that he is an X-piratc, others that he is connected with q gang of counter feitefs or horse-t thieves. .n
 :. How many have they in the familyM
 '' don't know. There was q whitehead woman once seen at the window, but some one pulled her back. \ few weeks ago q report went about that q pretty girl had been seen through a crack in the old garden wall, but the tall man with long black whi5kers came oEt, andm voice of thaader drove her to the house, and the young fel- low who saw her ran away"
 This g1ssipy old maid furnished him much news and information. Her poetic effusion was of no value, but she uneonseiously gave him many items which he, unseen, noted on his memorandum book.
 One evening Allen was working late in the office reading proof. All hands, save Toby, who remained to sweep had gone homo. A tail man with long black whiskors and gray eyes entered the office. His man ner was so singular as to strike the new ed itor with surprise His bearing indicated that he belonged to different sphere than Turlcy's Point.
 Il want to subscribe f9r your paper" he said ia deep mysterious voice. What is the subscription price for year!'
 "One dollar and fifty cents. The tall foreiqn-loolling man threw the money on the table What is the name and ad-