The Florida agriculturist., 1889-01-09
CHAPTER VI

/ DuSV at ms desk some one entered, and on
! looking up he saw Mr.. Strong again at his
side
s'Don't you think I'd better announce
now!" he asked leaning over on the EDITORS
desk
! "No, think you had better not"
But he may git ahead"
! cit would ruin an officer to begin the bat
! tie before war was declared"
| "Reckin yer right" said Strong, chang
! ing elbows at the desk and fixing his green
ish-brown eyes upon the new editor as if he
intended piercing HIM through with his
| look "Now yer sartin yen give me the
support O. the paperg"
"Of course. The Western Republic will
give you its support for the office of sheriff,
now you can depend on that"
s'That's all I ak o. it. Now I'll whoop We
| up, we bet. I was goin to withdraw from
| yer consarn every dollar had in it, eff ye'd
! supported Tom Simmons, but, as it's fur me,
| I'm fur it,"
sit is for you.'
"Then I'll clio all / kin for the paper" said
Mr.. Strong, enthusiastically. whenever
| ye want help call on me''
/" You might greatly aid your own cause
| by increasing the influence Of the WeSteru
Republic.
| ssJust tell me how?'
eff every man read this paper they
would all be friends to it, and readily obey
| it's instructions. Your announcement and
/ our advice to the public would reach every
| body at the same time, and you would get
| ahead of your riv l.''
"Thats so; what kin do?''
"You might pay for few subscriptions
and send them out to men whom you think
would be or could be made to become en-
| cIfS011ortorc of UOuTS - IF Won
would only send to twenty-five or thirty
| it would be great advantage to yourself
| and the paper.'
Mr.. Strong was man who loved money,
| yet his personal ambition overcame his
| avarice, and he increased the circulation of
| the WeStern Re)w6Ac to the number of
twenty five. AS he went out Allen smiled
and said
If there were only enough ambitious
| politicians the newspaper business at
| Turley's Point would be success
A merchant came in at this moment to
blow up the editor for having put his ad-
| vertlsement in an obscure corner where it
would never be seen. He had just got the
merchant pacifed when a farmer named
| Brown entered to 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.
"Crowded out, war they? So I'spose yer
| too hiferlutin ter think o. Hog Greek: Ye
mean to crowd us out, dye? l be hanged eff
we don't every one O. us go agin ye, eff ye go
| to treatin us that way"
81 beg your pardon, Mr.. Brown, it was
unavoidable. Tell your daughter to send
| some items for next issue earlier. so can
! get them in, and will send you the paper
| free in return.''
This to considerable extent smoothed
| the ruffled temper of the countryman, and
| flattering himself that he had brought the
| editor to time, by holding above his head
| the wrath of Hog Greek, he left the Office.
| Allen had only turned to his desk tore
| sumo his work when the Office door was
| thrown open, and Joe Lem burst in with
| paper in his hand and fury in his eyes,
| stop my paper!'' he cried, in a voice of
| thunder. "Cut off my subscription, say,
| cut it offp'
stWhatls the mattersn Allen asked, won
| dering if he had suddenly gone crazy.
"Cut me off, 1 tell ye; l won't have
nothin' to do with ye-cut me off-cut me
! off -
"Ibeg your pardon, sir, shall cut you off
with great pleasure, but should like very
much to know why you have become so in
dignant at the Westerl Repn bic"
"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 TO humorous sketch about
haId-headed merchant who had bowed lepS