The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-03-22
WASN'T A TOOTER.
The Mar Who Just Slipped Into Town
Quietly.

VINO Just SnPPSo into LOWE
Quietly.
He backed into a doorway on Broad.
way near Locust street and snapped
his fingers at a newsboy and said:
"Bub, may want to buy you out,
or L may not want a single paper.
That depends on whether there's a
certain article in it or not. I'll have
to look 'em over to see."
is it about the speak 9'queried
the lad.
"No."
About the Injuns breakin' loose
again?"
"No. Look here, sonny. I'm a
stranger in town. I just slipped in
here quietly last night, without a
word to anybody. That's my way.
Because [ happen to be mayor of my
town and a prominent politician and
all that, 1 don't go footing my horn to
let the whole country know it."
"Whew! Then you are a big
gun, eh?"
"Well, reasonably so-reasonablyso."
"Andth reporters whospook around
the hotels saw your name, of course,
and Of course there's something in the
papers, I tumble, mister. I know just
what you are looking fur. It'll be
reght on the first page and thereTl
be three big black heads on it,"
perhaps 50, though 1 don't care for
those things. That's the reason I just
slipped in quietly. I don't see any
thing in this paper, however"
"Mebbe it didn't git onto you until
too late" consolingly replied the boy.
,'Ahem! Maybe not. Don't seem
to be anything in this either. Don't
even give my name in the list of hotel
arrivals"
Take this one" said the boy as he
handed out a third. Owing to a
press of other matter it might have
been crowded out, you know"
Yes, I know. 1t isn't that I ex-
pected anything of the kind, you see,
but if anything has been written up I
might as we'll read in. 1 don't zee
anything here, however"
"WeIl, it will certainly be in this"
said the boy. as he handed out his last
paper. They are allus on the watch
for big guns who come to st. Louis,
and they write 'em up nightly slick"
Him! HIM: I got in on the late
train and left orders with the clerk
that 1 must not be disturbed, and I
can't reasonably expect any extended
notice. In fact
"Hev ye hit itg" asked the boy.
ono, it's a murder. I guess there's
noting in about me. Yur see, under
the circumstances there couldn't be.
I didn't expect there was, but being as
it might possibly happen I thought it
would be nc harm to look. Ny way
is to slip in quietly, without noise"
"Sure you are mayor Of a towni"
queried the boy, az he stood off and
looked at him.
"Oh, yes"
"And a prominent politician'"
Yes"
"And q big gun around where you
liver
81 am called So"
"Well, by gum, then I can't under
stand it! What a chance there'd bin
fur some reporter to scoop the town!
Say, that's the second time I've seen
our enterprisin' St. Louis press git left
this winter. Right down here on Main
street there was a calf with five legs
and two heads all day long, and do
you know that not a single one Of the
papers had a word about it! The calf
just slipped in quietly, you know, and
didn't want to be noticed, you see; but
he though -
But the big gun settled his hat on
his head, got a fresh grip OF his cane
and walked stif1y away. The boy
locked after him until he was lost in
the crowd and then chuckled to him
self:
"Please call at the countin' room fur
our advertiser rates. All cuts and dis
play lines charged extra."-St. Louis
Post Diepatch.
SOME CLEVER SMUGGLING.
One of the most clever frauds ever
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