St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-08-16

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ing with ~ much avidity - he did fos
his meals He read IL before he did the
metropolitan journals He formed q
liking for the editor, and often wished
he could meet him face to face.
s.lf / did not know otherwise, should
suspect that you had . sweetheart out
in that Western village" said his
mother one day. when her bachelor son
was porting over letter from Chelton.
II have" he replied, 1.-The Herald.
I'm in love with it, and I'm going out to
call upon it next week"
He was IS good as his word, and, ten
days later. as the overland express
halted at Boomtown, an elegantly
dressed stranger alighted and stood
gazing about him in . bewildered man.
ner.
II was not exactly what he had ex-
pected. He had too high an ideal in his
mind. The struggling village looked
rather unkempt and ill-shapen. and
scarcely realized the voluptuous de-
scriptions sent the syndicate by its
agents
Dispatching his sachel to the only
hotel by . depot lounger, he sauntered
up the street toward . little frame
building with the words Herald Of
fice'' displayed thereon in mammoth
letters
Reaching the door. he looked in. It
was typical country newspaper Office,
with one ex ception-it WAS not dinRy:
it was bright The cases had pictures
hanging above them. A few plants
stood In the window. Some faded cut
flowers were on the desk which occu-
pied one corner of the apartment. and
was plainly the editors sanoeum.
A lanky boy, whose close-cropped
head displayed the bumps Of obstinacy
and reticence we'll developed, was lazily
setting type at one of the two cases.
SIS the editor imp asked Manley.
'No-ap." was the laconic response.
"Where can find him?"
Dunno"
''Coming down to the office soon?"
''No-ap"
''Why not?'
''Gone away"
'But to-day is the day for the paper.
isn't it?"
yep"
but it isn't printed YETI"
"No-ap"
.How much more tyre have you to
set?'
IA column"
A brilliant thought struck the Quaker
City lawyer. He would help the boy
get out the paper, and enjoy Chelton's
establishment But he determined to
sound the boy a little further. 50 he
asked. unconsciously adopting the lat
ter's laconic method:
"All alone?'
"Yep Can't set nobody to help"
Gould you get out the paper IL. you
had . hand?'
Guess could"
'Supposing help?"
If the boy was startled hedid not show
it. but only answered:
'.All right"
Marley wasted no words, but threw
of his coat and. with his shirt sleeves
rolled up, took his station at the other
case and began on an editorial written
in Chelton's bold, manly chirography
and entitled: "The Future Of the West"
After the first few minutes the old
facility came hack to his fingers, and
'stickful" after stickful was placed In
ths ''form" with rapidity that won the
respect of the assistant
The forms were locked and put on
tho press. Marley took hold Of the
crank and turned the great wheel
while the boy fed through the papers.
1t was no child's play. turning the
ponderous wheel, perched as he was ON
. toppling dry-goods box, which swayed
and creaked beneath his weight
He had had no dinner. and this fact,
combined with the unaccustomed en-
ployment, made BIN actually faint
"What q fool am" he meditated. Ito
be turning . one-horse press out here
on the plains, . thousand miles west of
tho Mississippi river, when I would
sooner be shot than do such thing at
home"
On went the iron machinery with its
steady 'click, click" and its regular
laying down upon the slowly growing
pile Of sheet after sheet of damp paper.
They were nearly through with their
task, and the room was beginning to
grow . little duskv when, suddenly, the
door Of the Office opened, and straight
lady-like form entered.
She was not really beautifal, but she
had that inexpressible charm about her
that characterixes the Western girl,
that something that makes her self-re-
liant and independent and drags in alb
,olute slavery the men with whom she
acquainted.
"Why, Joe" she exclaimed. when
she saw the new form at the press.
who has been helping your
"A man wot come in" vas the Office
boys laconic answer.
why didn't you wait for me?''
"What business of hers is it?"
thought Marley.
HE wanted to help. an I let him."
replied Joe.
did you get in my editorial that l
eft here?. imperiously demanded she.
"Yep."
''Her editorial" thought Marley, tug
ring away at the wheel with . logged
"what has she to do
With it? I'll give this old thing few
more whirls. and then"
His mental sentence WAS never I'm
shed. There was . cracking of the
,ox beneath him. swaying motion