Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-01-31

/ the drinking of the establishment. But
/ he was a good man, for he trusted me
| once, OF which I shall tell.
One afternoon in June, when the
! dark-green hills and shady valleys
/ looked unusually tempting and made
me long to be a fish, or q squirrel, or
/ a grasshopper, anything than 8 printer
/ at SO a week, he came into the Office,
stuck his elbow on a half galley of
/ small plea, and pied stick-ful of his
| leader, @The True Solution of the
/ Negro Question. I wet the matter
and began strengthening 1t up. He
said:
Say, Eph, I've got an idea"
IF you have you stole it, said 7 to
myself; to him I answered:
What is it 2"
You're a good printer and can write
/ purity well. When I left town last
/ spring to keep way from the Gran
| jury, your work you done then was
we'll spoke of by the patrons Of the
| Eagle"
"Well, what's the idea ?" I said, as I
distributed the pi.
"This new town out here, where
| they've put the cotton factory, needG a
/ paper. I've got more stuff here than
want. S'pose you take some Of it, and
one of them presses, and give 'em one ?"
/ / went. BegOnia was the name of
! the place. Tt was in the woods, seventy
five miles from railroad. A hole a
mile square had been cut in the forest,
and in it the town was built. The
factory stood at one end, up to the
front of which ran two rows of red
! houses, beginning at the other end.
| Around these were scattered the COM
mercial and social portions of the COM
munity. 1t was a wild business ven
ture, I thought, to start a factory
/ there, but I considered my own scheme
and said nothing.
The city was not incorporated, and
/ hilarious people had therefore a wide
field for the exercise of their predilec-
ton. The Border ItiYI3J-that was
! the name of my paper-did not assume
/ a piOus role, but it occasionally adj
mOnished the boys to keep their prac-
teal jokes for the vulgar multitude.
/ This admOnitiOn was first Wrung from
me by the fact that one evening they
made target Of my signbOard. They
/ laughed at my warning, and said some
/ thing about dumping my old shop into
! the road. On a certain Saturday when
| they had been unusually atrOciOus they
wound up their entertainment by shoot
ing an old Negroes mule and sending
me the ears. The next issue of the
/ Sentinel contained this paragraph:
! Hank Best, Jim Costing, and another mule
| become engaged in a personal alteration in
/ front Of lobe Canield's saloon last Saturday
/ evening. The trouble grew out of q wager be
| We could not get all the particulars of the
/ affair, but it seems that the other mule make
! some funny remark about Hank and Jim and
| got the laugh on them with the crowd. They
got mad, pulled their pops and in less time than
TAX E0 tall rf0c rrIrc 10 F,TT
/ tally wounded and died in a few minutes. But
/ it seems that Hank and Jim lost each an ear in
/ the ground soon after the fight, picked up two
! ears-and they are both left ones. They are now
/ submit them to the preserving process, II Jim
/ calling at our Office
Working in the spinning department
/ Of the factory was a little red-headed
/ girl, with flbert-cOlOred eyes, and a
/ peach-blOw complexion, partly hidden
! beneath layer of brown freckIes. I
| boarded with her mother, who was
| widow, and fell in love with her-the
| girl. Imean. One night I was "mak-
| ing-up'- to the girl but the forms,
at the Office. The weather was clear
and cold, with starlight. I had iusti-
! fed the last column, and was washing
my hands, when there was a knock at
] l.
/ ordinary printer man, but that knock
scared me. The door was locked.
! Pistol in hand, I walked to the front,
and, in the most composed voice I
/ could assume, asked:
! who's there ?"
/ cts me"
If a man loves a woman, her gram
NAUTICAL inaccuracies are pleasing
! eccentricities. When he hears them
at midnight, instead of the assassin's
! whisper he Is fearing, they are sweeter
| than music. The voice was Elias
/ that was her name. L laid down my
/ pistol, opened the door, and took her
in my arms.
30, good gracious, Mr. Lester, do
! you think I came all the way from
/ home this time of night to let you hug
| me %
"NO, Ella, but"
L stopped short, for I saw she was
very pale.
What's the matter, Ella ?" I asked.
cts jes' this, Mr.. Lester. You're in
/ awful danger. Hank Best and Jim
| Gosling's fxin' to kill you. Mammals
sick, an went to the comp'ny store to
| git some medicine. When 1 passed
| the blacksmith shop [ heard your name
/ spoke. I stopped and listened. Jim
/ Costing, he said: All right, boys. III
sot fire to his Office tonight, and we
! kin git the draP on i'm Tomorrow eff
/ he 'sinuates anything erbout it. >"
The constable lives two miles from
/ here, said. "1Iy nearest neighbors
+ are Of the Hank and Jim kind. You
/ go home, Ella, and I'll stay here and
see Jim set fire to the Border Sentinel
Office"
~No, no, she pleaded; IF you stay
! here, I viii, too.
@But, think What VIII people
say"
Il don't care what they say, when I
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