The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1892-12-29
THE ASSISTANT.
a Pmchy Girl and Her Life
Work.

Are you the editor?" inquired the
old farmer, pausing inside the sanctum
door,
NO" promptly replied India ''rm
only the assistant The editor has gone
70 the depot Won't you sit DOWN."
She rose and placed box for his
seat. The only chair in the room was
revolving one screwed to the floor be-
hide the desk.
The farmer had come through sad
dler's shop to mount to the office. The
publishing room was divided from this
by temporary partition of pine boards.
He sat down with his hat on and
booked curiously around. Leaving his
mud-spattered person out of considera-
ton, it was place of oddities and be-
cummings, rough plastered, and contain
ing but two windows, which looked
north over the black street, the rapidly
springing wooden houses, the vanish
ing railroad and prairie. Some wood
.,euts were pasted on the wall. A fancy
paper-wcight was among the files on
the desk. A bench, pushed out at the
end, rs IL its occupant had just left it,
stood before table that depended for
one corners support on barrel II
was the exchange barrel.
"WelL | come to subscribe for the
paper" said the farmer, after she had
addressed several envelopes, talking to
him about the weather as she did so.
My brother will be glad to have
your name" said the assistant. "How
shall write it?"
"Isr1 Bonebrake's my name," said
she farmer, going deep into his trous-
ers and bringing up ragged pocket
book which, being opened, disclosed
green banks OF wealth. Whats the
amount?"
Zone dollar . year, fifty cents for
six months, or twenty-five cents for
three months, payable in advance"
"You don't ask enough" remarked
Ar. Bonebrakc, coming forward to lay
down his dollar. "Two dollars is the
fgger for county papers. You folks
has started up with the town. You
must make it pay"
'Oh, we shall" replied the assistant.
my brothers will advance the price
~ they improve the paper"
s'How many air Their of your"
my two brothers and myself. One
attends to the publishing and adver-
tising; the other edits. assist We've
hoard of you, Mr.. Bonebrakc you
own some stock farms about here?"
Yes" replied the farmer, non
shalantly. II got couple o. thou
sand acres or SO west o. the place. The
place is CROWN, isn't it?"
wonderfully. l think it's bound to
be q grain and stock center"
Nov you talkl" said the farmer with
enthusiasm "Why, when l came here
twenty years ago, want nothing but
perrara far as the eye could see. We've
planted hedges, and groves has growed
up. And six months ago the two rail-
roads struck us and crossed. and here's
enc town! killed rattlesnakes where
Powell's putin up his ELEVATOR Wen
BE q CITY,"
'sIt's only question of time" said
the girl
80 You young folks come on here
and started paper. Had you ever run
a paper before?"
MY brothers are practical printers
I have learned to do great many
things"
81 bet YOU have" said the farmer,
with approval. 81 like smart wimmen.
Some folks DOESN'T but do"
''Oh, just help my brothers. If the
paper succeeds you must credit it to
them. In the course Of a year they
hope to get large press, and keep the
hand-presses only for jobbing. They
will have to be very close and careful,
but, if they make a good paper, | know
the people win stand by them"
They will thati" said Mr.. Bone
brake. "They won't lose for startin'
IN when the towns young"
Steps on the saddler's stairs now
brought young fellow into the room
who threw his hat with slam at the
table and cried ont:
II never saw such an abominab,e
place as this ISL
The assistant gave him swift, salu.
sary glance.
Mr. Bonebrake," she said. this is
the editor, Mr.. Pink Bradshaw. One
ct our new subscribers, Pink"
well, declare" said he, you don't
hook nothin' but boyi'
''Isnt your other brother no older?"
inquired Mr.. Bonebrake OF the assis-
tAnt
Younger"
I'VE try to make up in pluck what
we lack in years." said Pink. But"
But we're open to suggestions from
odd residents" said the assistant
well sejest keep on" said Mr..
Boncorake. Just you keep ahead"
my brother has been thinking of
visiting you and some other prominent
stockmen," said the assistant TO get
an article about your methods"
"All right; come ahead! Wen kill
chicken and give you bite to eat"
The farmer went smiling downstairs.
and the EDITORS assistant fixed her clear
eyes on her brother.
Il don't carer he said, sitting down
at his table and striking it with his
hand. You can fix it up with the old
moss-backs, first-rate, but this is a cor
Der OF the earth I cannot endure"
80 you thought you could tread on
his local pride and not get hurt in re-
turn7"
81 didn't GOA hin x.,l,o, I G.. -