The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1889-01-09

"Go AWAY, II YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE"
It was only the next day that US Allen sat
busy at his desk some one entered, and on
looking up he saw Mr.. Strong again at his
side.
"Don't you think I'd better announce
nowln he asked, leaning over on the editors
desk
"No, think you had better no."
"But he may git ahoad.n
1t would ruin an officer to begin the bat
tie before war was declared"
"ReclSin yer right said Strong, chang
ing elbows at the desk and fixing his green
ish-brown eyes upon tho now editor as II he
intended piercing hun through with his
look snow yer sartin yon give me the
support o. the paperl"
"0f course. The ITetera Republic will
give you its support for the oiiico OF sheriff,
now you can depend on that"
"That's all AK o. II. Now I'll whoop yo
up, ye bet. ! was goin' TO withdraw from
yer consarn every dollar had In IL, ef ye'd
supported Tom Simmons, but, as it's fur me,
I'm fur it.n
at is for you.n
"Then I'll do all kin for the paper,n said
Mr.. Strong, enthusiastically. whenever
ye want help call on me-"
"You might greatly aid your own cause
by increasing the influence of the WestsrA
Republic.
"Just tell mo howln
"If every man read this paper, they
would all be friends to II, and readily obey
its instructions. Your announcement and
our advice TO the public wolld reach every
body at the same time, and you would get
ahead Of your riv IL
"That's so; what kin dolr
"You might pay for few subscriptions
and send them out 10 men whom you think
would be or could be made TO become en-
thpsiastic supporters OF yours. II you
would only send TO twenty-five or thirty
II would be a great advantage TO yourself
and the paper"
Mr.. Strong was man who loved money,
yet his personal ambition overcamo his
avarice, and he increased the circulation Of
the Western Rsgubuc 10 tho number Of
twenty-five. AS he went out Allen smiled
and said:
II there were only enough ambitious
politicians tho newspaper business at
1urley's Point would be success
A merchant came In at this moment TO
blow up the editor for having put his ad-
vertisement In an obscure corner where 1t
would never be seen. He had just got the
merchant paciiled when farmer named
Brown entered 70 know why the items sent
In from Hog Creek by his daughter were
not printed.
"They were crowded out, Mr.. Brown"
said the tired editor.
"Crowdod out, war theyl so I'spose yer
too hifcrlutin ter think o. Hog Crcolsl Ye
mean TO crowd US out, d'yci be hanged Of
VIC don't every one o. us go ngin ye, Of ye go
10 trentin' US that way
Il beg your pardon, Mr.. Brown, II was
unavoidable. Tell your daughter TO send
some items for next issue earlier, 80 can
get them in, end viii send you tho paper
free in return
This TO considerable extent smoothcd
the ru1Hed temper Of the countryman, and
fiattering himself that he had brought the
editor 10 time, by holding above his head
the wrath Of Hog Creek, he left the Office.
Allen had only turned TO his desk TO re-
sumo his worl; when tho Office door was
thrown open, and Joe Lem burst In with a
DdpcF III MS uduu iIh lutg ia us NgNo'
"Stop my paper!n he cried, in voice OF
thunder. "Cut of my subscription, say,
cut IL orr
"Whatis the matterln Allen asked, won
dering II he had suddenly gone crazy.
"Cut me of, ] tell yo; | won't have
nothin' TO do with yc-cut me off-cut me
off ~
"Ibeg your pardon, sir, shall cut you OF
with great pleasure, but should like very
much TO know why you have become 30 In
dignant at tho lFeStr RepabLe."
~ "Look at this piece roared the infuri
ated merchant, unfolding and spreading the
paper on the desk Of the editor, and point
ing with finger that trembled with sup
pressed rage 10 humorous sketch about
bald HEADED merchant who had bowed legs
"D'ye sec that piecei Now every body II
town knows you meant me-"
Mr.. Lem was deficient In hair on the tol
Of his head, while his legs were on the rain
bow model, and by some strange coinci
denco the description In the sketch wa
something like HIM.
4 Allen glanced at the sketch and began =
1aueh. Mr.. Lem became enragcd, sworc
Crow down The pspsr md turned V ~