Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-11-21
ASSISTED THE AUTHOR.
How a Printer Inserted & Good Idea c
 His Own and Lost His Job.

How a Printer Inserted Good Idea of
 His Own and Lost His Job.
 A printer told the following excellent story to Chicago Times man:
 ''I had good job,' he said, Gin a Monroe street fiction foundry-one of those print shops where they publish stories of the Skeleton Hunters Last Gurgling Gasp order by the cord. It is the rankest kind of rot, and is liable to give a printer blood poisoning if he handles much of it. It is the sort of literature that induces little boys to get up in the night, steal the old mans pocket-bool, buy guns and start out West to rescue tho imperial maiden from the lair of the robber chieftain and restore her to her agonized parents.
 "There were twenty printers and six liars, each full-fedged Ananias, work ing in the place. The liars sat at a table in one end of the room grinding out those unwholesome stories as fast as we could put them in type. One day got a wad of copy that was positively sickening. It was about a lovely girl who had been captured and torn from her home by heartless white desperate and his band of bloodthirsty Apaches. The girl was in g desperate fix. She either had to marry the villain or be- come his wife, he didn't care which, and he was then on his way to a cave in the mountains, where he was going to have the ceremony performed.
 ''That night they camped in a rocky gorge two hundred miles from nowhere and bound the unfortunate maiden to 9 tree with the usual buckskin thongs, which cut deep into her tender wrists. Then they all laid down and went to sleep. In the meantime old Zeke, the Hairy Scout, who was on the trail, sneaked up just at daylight, when peo- pie sleep the soundest. Zeke sailed in and killed twenty-five or thirty Indians l with the butt end of his trusty rife. He didn't want to shoot for fear he would waken the others. Then, after he had cut notch for each corpse in his gum stock and hung tho coarse, black scalp 1 locks to his belt, he released the girl, hoisted her under his arm, jumped into | the saddle and rode away.
 ''lIe rode at full speed for forty-eight miles without stopping. When night closed in the bold scout pulled rein and 1 went into camp First he picketed his | horse, then built fire, fixed a cot of | leaves for the girl, and got her some thing to eat out H his saddle-bags. This was where got in my work.
 ''This first thing Zelle took out of the | bags was several thick slices of fresh Vienna bread with honey on them. ] Next came cold boiled ham, cut thin, an 1 apple pie with a short, crispy upper l crust, and last tender spring chicken, | T T l.- had all this stuff in pair of saddle bags in the wilds of tho Rocky mount l aims, three hundred miles from c1viliza- tion, in the year of 1886. It made me l sick, but I resolved that the poor girl should have one good feed if 1 died fsr it. So showed in another paragraph like this, completing the bill of fare:
 "'After getting tho girl started Zel1e reached into the saddle-bag and pulled out bowl of steaming hot consomme l and @ broiled fresh mackerel, somS dev- lied crabs, cold slaw, potato salad, half fry veal outlets breaded, with tomato | sauce, green corn on the cob, some clam ! chowdcr, stewed turkey, a portion oi rice pudding, two cups of chocolate
 pork tenderloin, Rochefort cheese and a bottle of Bass ale, Saratoga chips, a plate of vanilla ice cream, Chinese paper napkin, sliced cucumbers, some California grapes and nickel-plated 1 nut-cracker,'
 'Did 1t go?" asked an interested lis
 tener.
 No, it didn't" said the printer, sad
 ly, "but did. The boss came to me
 next morning with proof slip and want
 cd to know who was writing that story
 I said the author was making staggel
 in that direction, but he wasn't giving
 the girl a fair show.
 "'That may be- said the boss, but i
 he wants to run a cafe in connection witl
 the story we'll hire a cook and make i
 easier for you
 ''Then he told me that was too smar
 to be printer, and had better go ou
 where the cool air would strike me.
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