Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1889-07-20
Mr.. cLuGsToN's ESCAPE.
An Editors Life saved by tho Proper Al
pItcatton Of "a rarin Artirie.
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MR.. CLuGSTON'S ESCAPE.
An Editors Life saved by tho Proper APP
pIlcatlon Of % rarin Article.
els the edit IMP"
The person who spoke was tall.
raw -boned man, with red hair and a
ireckled face. lie had hand like a
canyas-covercd ham, and was cross
eTed.
Mr.. clugston. the editor and pro-
prietor Of the Doodleville Yelper. |
looked up.
why ah-good morning. SIR" he
replied. with u frozen sort OF smile
comforting mis- face. aud Manitoba
wave careerng madly up and down his
spinal column. ''It's a fine day--er--"
Not particularly" said the visitor.
VI Il rasping voice.
And ii wasn't IL was a raw. bius-
tering. rainy day, and the wild geese
we're flying southwestward with reck-
less, On-to-Oklahoma, get-there-Eli
movement. and hideously-profane
emphasis Ia their hastily -warbled
music.
"That's what r. began Mr.. Clug-
SION. ms he noted with sinking feel
ing that his caller stood Ia tho only
doorway affording an exit from his
sx1O sanctum. and that there wasn't
! weapon sharper than paste brush
anywhere within sight TO defend him.
+ self with in case Of an attack.
mo, II wasn't" was the sneering re-
& ioinder. lit wasn't what you meant
I TO say. aud you know it wasn't! You
don't know what you intended 10 say.
you whiie-livered, pop-eyed. tow
headed dishgurer OF white paperl You
lean. cheap, boarding-house cut from
the shank Of "a starved mutton! You're
scared to death. and you know IL! I've
come TO polish you off, sir! I'm going
to knock your two eyes into one, aud
chuck your No. head in your twn ink
keg.'
.Wh-wh-what have l done?" asked
the editor. in trembling voice.
: "What have you doneP" echoed the
large, red-haired man, coming nearer.
'.Do you pretend you don't know, you
washed-out fragment Of man? Do
. you pretend you didn't mean me wher
Z you printed that piece In your papei
] last week about How TO Make I
: Waite Man OF Strawberry Blondeg
DO you
! THAT article exclaimed MIR
{ Clugston. earnestly and appealingly
was printed 297 miles from here
= and
u That's little too thin! That ma
!. do to tell some elm-peeler from kreid
c ler's Mills, but 1t won't go down wit
n me. Yonr paper. sir. amt edited an
IS published 297 miles from Doodleviii'
e I'm going 10 show you, sir, how to MAX
n mop OF Doodleville editorr'
d He threw of his coat kicked ov'
Il the editorial chair and made fiert
II grab at the frightened journalist
le In moments of great emergenC
II something like inspiration comes ;
,. times TO the assistance OF hard-presse
sr humanity. As his antagonist lungs
d sayagely at him, Mr. Clugston cast
wild, despairing glance around u
e room. His eye fell ON something lyir
sr on the table something tht
le had hitherto escaped his motto
Quick as flash lie seized
= and brought il down square
1e on the head Of his assailant For ol
nd brief moment the gigantic frame OF u
Sc red haired man stood motionless. al
TO then with a crash that shook d
re Yelper office from back-door 10 aw
n ing-post In front he fell prostrate.
ty Garry out this unsightly object
bs said MIR Clugston 10 the Office han
lis who came running in from the ba
ed room TO see what was the trouble; al
en- with the cold, severe aspect OF m
n whose time was too precious to
e. wasted on trifies the editor OF q
II Doodleville Yelper sat down at
nj table again aud resumed the work
On writing lurid description, at I
s., cents line. OF Mrs Van Sampson
'ar millinery opening.
nd He had knocked the big. irccs
nd faced man senseless with an editor
on entitled Tariff on Wool. "-Chiea
he Tribune.