The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-03-10
THE ASSISTANT.
A Plucky Girl and Her Life
Work.

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door.
mo" promptly replied India. "Tm
only the assistant The editor has gone
to the depot Won't you sit DOWN."
She rose and placed box for his
seat. The only chair in the room was
a revolving one screwed to the floor be-
side the desk.
The farmer had come through a sad
dlers 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
looked curionsly around. Leaving his
mud-spattered person out of considera-
ton, it was place of oddities and be-
ginnings, 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
cuts were pasted on the wall. A fancy
paper-weight was among the files on
the desk. A bench, pushed out at the
end, as If its occupant had just left it,
stood before a table that depended for
one corners support on a barrel 1t
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?"
"Isr'l Bonebrake's my NAME" said
the 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
Mr. Bonebrakc, coming forward to lay
down his dollar 1.-TWO dollars is the
figger 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
as they improve the paper"
Glow many air Their of you?"
My two brothers and myself. One
attends to the publishing and adver-
Using; the other edits. assist. We've
heard of you, Mr. Bonebralse-you
own some stock farms about here?"
YES" replied the farmer, nom
chalantly. 81 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 grain and stock center"
Nov you talk!' said the farmer with
enthusiasm. why, when came here
twenty years ago, 'twa'n't 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
the town. | killed rattlesnakes where
Powell's putin up his ELEVATOR. Wen
be city"
''It's only question of time said
the girl
$50 you young folks come on here
and started paper Had you ever run
a paper before?"
MY brothers are practical printers
/ 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 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 good paper, know
the people will stand by them"
'"They will thatr' said MIR. Bone
brake. "They won't lose for startin'
in when the towns young"
Steps on the saddler's stairs now
brought a young fellow into the room
who threw his hat with a slam at the
table and cried OUT
Il never saw such an abominable
place as this isl'
The assistant gave him swift, salu-
tary glance.
Mr.. Bonebrale," she said, this is
the editor, Mr.. Pink Bradshaw. One
of our new subscribers, Pink"
well, udeclsre," said he, you don't
look nothin' but boy!"
Isn't your other brother no older?"
inquired Mr. Bone brake 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
old residents" said the assistant.
We'll l sejest keep on" said Mr..
Bone brake. Just you keep ahead"
My brother has been thinking of
visiting you and some other prominent
stockmen," said the assistant, ito 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 care!" 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
ner of the earth | cannot endure"
$50 you thought you could tread on
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