News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1891-11-19

Cutter Wopper departed, and Euri-
pides Bimble reflected. 1t was a bit
ter pill, but discretion told him to
take it. He made further inquiries
concerning Mr.. Wopper. and discov-
cred that he had not before learned
half of that mans bold and reckless
wickedness. He would as lief shoot
or knife man as to eat.
In the end Bimble sat down and
wrote as his instinct of self-preserva-
tion dictated. He was sorry he had
! done injustice to ''our fellow-citizen, ;"
Mr.. Cutter Wopper In what he had
written i'll his previous issue he had
been misled by the calumniating re
ports of others; but he was now
| obliged to state that, from authority
which ought to be reliable, he had
learned that his i'll impressions of Mr..
Wopper had been false, and that he
had inadvertently done the gentle
man great injustice.
On the following week Mr.. Wopper
! ordered Two hundred copinsof the ma
per for rcirculationin the Wild Bottom
district; and month later he was
elected to the legislature.
Bimble made up his mind that he
was not cut out for a political leader
in such a country, and he resolved to
contine himself to matter of general
interest. and to cultivate if possible,
a literary taste in the community of
Scalpers' Bluff. Here. at least, he
should be at home. Here he could
WELD his critics pen without fear of
such interlopers as Cutter WOpper.
For a time everything went quite
smoothly, though the patrons began
tOcomplain that hepaper was grow
ing tame and watery. One day Bim-
blereceived, by mail, an original poem
for publication. 1t was entitled,
Lines to My Sally" and was the
most execrable thing he had ever seen
in manuscript-abominable both in
composition and in sentiment, and as
innocent of all knowledge of English
grammar as the wall of a wolf. 1t
was signed Grizzly"
A brilliant idea possessed Bimble.
In his next issue he published a series
of Notices to Correspondents" in
which he ealluded to Lines to My Sal
ly," by "Grizzly," as one of the most
brilliant and pa athletic productions he
had ever read. Itwas a literary jewel
from the mine of genius. He was
sorry that he had not room for it in
his present issue. What could tram
scend in touching pathos these lines:
''On a rock sot Sal. Iookin' gud enuf ter etc:
Aint she trump, and bower throw'd in?''
But he must torbear. If the poem
was ever to be published it must not
be mutilated by present extracts.
Bimble smiled when he had written
the article, and he smiled again when
he read it in proof. He regarded it
as excessively funny, and he had no
doubt but that his readers would do
the same.
A few days thereafter Bimble sat
again in his sanctum when the outer
door was opened, and a man entered,
who might have been a ghost of the
giant BlunderbOre, if he had not been
too substantial for a specter. He
was tall and gaunt, dressed in cata
mount skins, and when he spoke his
voice sounded like the rumbling of
falling rocks.
Where's the editor?" he asked.
Bimble nodded and said he was the
man.
Good" rumbled the stranger.
'I'm glad I've lit on yer. 1t does me
good to see yer"
BimbIe thanked him.
81 happened daown, an thought
I'd call"
Bimble invited the man to be seat
ed, but the offer was not accepted.
''I'm heyr to see bout the piece |
writ"
"The piece, sir-that you wrote?"
"Yas-I'm 'Grizzly'-The Wild Bot
tom Grizzly. folks call me on the riv-
er. | writ the piece My Sally You
say sumth'n' bout it in yer last pa
per, and Cut Wopper says he thinks
YOU was putin it on me-stutfin'-
when We said twas brilliant and pa
thetic an a Jewel from the mine o
genius That's what WOpper says
an / thought Ia Jest drop in and see
how twas
"Mercyl" cried Bimble, "how
could | have been so misunderstood"
"Then Lher' wan'tno stutfin bout
it,"
Certainly not"
"Caus. eff there had been, I'd just
let YOU see that | ken tote a bowie
knife or a pistol better'n ken pen.
But, Mr.. Bimble, p'r'aps ye'd jest show
| fair by pubIishin' that yer piece. I'd
like for Sal WOpper to see il in print;
and her brother, Cut, would like it,
/ too"
"SaIIv is a sister of our fellow-citi-
zen, Cutter Wopper. Esquire?"
I "Yaas-an' that's wat made Cut
so quick to set me on yer trail. l
reckon you'llprint the hull on it, won
YEP"
"Certainly-with pleasure. | will
do anything, my dear sir, to oblige
a friend of our respected fellow-citi-
zen, Cutter Wopper."
"All right. Goodbye, sir"
Goodbye"
Euripides Bimble did not remain at
Scalpers' Bluff to issue another num-
Der of the Bulletin. He did not like
the constituency He did not deem
that a man of his temperamentc could
do himself justice in the chair editori-
al where the pen had to play second
part to the pistol and bowie-knife,
and where a brain was good fornOth-
ing unless backed up by muscle BIN
BILE is now teaching school in his ma
tive State and when he wishes to eX-
hibit to his scholar a striking illus
tratiOn of the blessings of education
which they enjoy, as compared with
the benighted condition of men in
the Western wilds, he shows to them
the original manuscript of the poem
by "The Wild Bottom Grizzly. IN
, Y. Ledger.
The Best Recipe for Rest.