The Mason County journal. [volume] (Shelton, W.T.) 1886-1927, 1889-05-17


Every body has heard of GO the man with the
horsewhip;" many editors have formed his
acquaintance, and it is useless to say that
this individual is thought by many to be an
indispensable check to editors.
"Git out O. my way, gal-whar's the ed
iturs" roared he of the horsewhip, dancing
in his fury
"Oh, don't, don't, don't" screamed Miss
Hopkins, wringing her hands and falling
upon her knees before the enraged country
man. Oh, spare him; spare him this time
for my sake spare him'
I" 1 won't do it, I won't Whar's the ed
iturs Pm er goin' to hosswhoop him, don't
keer eff it's at a funeral''
Allen, who had been standing cool and
apparently uncOncerned ever since the ar
rival of this stormy stranger, now spoke up
for the first time"
eve will excuse you, Miss Hopkins" he
said, as calmly as if some ordinary matter
was under discussion. "Leave me with this
man; he undoubtedly has some business to
transact"
eye bet l hev. It's important, too, an
Pm anxious to git at it."
"We will excuse you, Miss Hopkins"
ooh, will faintr'
feel better"
But, oh, dear, am so afraid"
" No one intends harming you-excuse
me, but must be alone for a short time.n
He opened the door as he spoke and Miss
Hopkins, sobbing and simpering, left the
office.
{" Be seated, sir,'' said Allen to the in
furiated farmer, who stood somewhat
amazed that the editor did not quake and
tremble before him.
81 want to see the editur," he bawled.
You shall see him, but there is no need
for you to be in such an extraordinary
hurry Be seated''
With growl something very much like
an oath, the man threw himself into a
chair, and Allen, with amazing GOODNESS.
asked:
!" Now, sir, what do you want to see the
editor fora"
" 1 want to wear out this hosswhoop on
him." roared the enraged husbandman.
bringing the whip with savage whack
down upon the desk 81 am mad; tell We
l am mad, and when I git riled I eat mount
ains.''
I" You are mistaken, sir; YOU are not half
so mad as you think" Allen coollv re-
marked. ''Tell me why you are madg,
THAT piece-that piece in yer paper about
me-that misrepresented slandered and
lied on Sam Herrin bout the corn knife. },
For the first time Allen now recognized the
enraged man as George Leeper, his former
correspondent from Billy's Creek.
Nv ell, Mr.. Leeper," said Allen, folding
his arms very quietly, ''there was a mis-
understanding between us on that matter.
you KNOW you told me it was all harmless
Joke, While Sam Herrin says it was a ma
icious SANDER"
''Sam liedr'
ell, ne is the man you want to see
then. published your representation of
the matter; and, at his request, published
ms, which was only just and right that the
puDhc may draw their own conclusions
Now, as to the editor for whom Won arc
looking, you met him on your former visit
ana ne mas not changed so much that Won
need 1all to recognize him. But really
think the proper thing for YOU and Sam
Herrln to do is to settle your disputes with
yourselves and not be dragging them into
the newspapers"
having given this wholesome advice. the
editor cody turned to his desk and hogan
writing. For several minutes GEORGE
Leeper sat glowering about the office like q
baffied tiger; then rising, he said:
" want my paper stopped"
" Is your subscription paids'' Allen asked
taking up large book and opening it.
paid half dollar on it, an 1 swa'r
won't pay nuther cent don't want YER
paper any more, nuther.
It's against all rules to stop paper un-
I'll the subscription is paid in full,
Alien went on writing as if the violent
dancing and cursing at his back did not dis
turb him. This subsidized in moment. and
he heard the ring of silver dollar on the
desk at which he was writing, the door
slammed spitefully, and the man with the