Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1893-11-11
How He was Driven Out and Wreaked
His Vengeuce on the Editor.

His Vengence on the Editor.
Say" began the young man as he
sat down to the city editors desk in
II chummy way, have you any fault
to ind with this $S silk hat, this $50
gold-hcadcd cane, this $500 diamond
stud this $50 suit of clothes on top
of tAese patent leather CATERS? How
do these 500 bills strike you? Gaze
on this New York draft for $1,000.
Heft this gold watch l planked down
$500 for in Chicago the other day.
Anything scrubby about me?'
/ Il don't see anything" repeated the
city editor, as he laid down page No. :
of Il city item he was revising, observes
the Detroit Free Press.
/ You bet you don't! Remember me!'
Cant say | do"
Don't you remember one night, about
eighteen months ago, when IL long.
lean, hungry-looking chap, who had
his coat buttoncd up to hide his shirt
less condition, came in and struck you
for a job?"
"A good many such come in
Yes but l told you ! hoofcd it all
the way from Buffalo. and could knock
the socks off'n any chap in these dig
gngs on an obituary notice"
4 Yes. | remember now," replied the
Guy PullOT, us lie CdpltduZeu llc WOIu
"Alderman" in page No. 4.
But you had no use for me; said
your paper was devoted to live topics
instead of obituaries Ha ha. good
joke! Don't you remember of advising
me to give up the journalistic struggle
and go to driving Il street car? Kind
of you-very kind. Shall never forget
it, | struck you for a quarter and you
panned out two shingle nails, a bunch
of keys and Il poker chip. Felt sorry
for you-'pon my honor l did. Would
have let you in later on, but had for
gotten your name"
"Well?" wearily queried the city cdi
tor. as he marked two eXclamationS
and a comma into a mad dog item.
We'll, | went West. Struck Kansas
Just in time to boom. Thought of you
all the way out there Couldn't strike
Il street car job, but 1 did hit an old
chap who wanted to sell 300 acres of
land mighty bad. Hit man in Wich-
ita for fifty cents and struck keno
three times. Then dropped into faro
and came out $500 ahead. I'd taken
your advice and given up the Journal
istic struggle. See?'
Yes
Got Surveyor-plattcd the town of
Silver City-got out circularS-adver-
tiSed in 600 paperS-gave away 200 lots
sold off 4,26O, and here | am. Clean
ed up about $1,000 inside of year
and Il half-all new greenbacks-and
am now on my way to Europe for Il
tour before going into an orange grove
spec. in Florida. Say, old man-comc
along with me-I4iverpOol-Lond
Nenice-Berlin. You are look
ing yellow about the gills, and the
will do Good Tnst
run for six months, you know-art gal
leries-cathedrals- Rhine
the AlpS-store clothes and tirSt-claSs
hotels all the way round. What dye
say"
Il can't afford it," answered the city
editor, as he marked the comical pro-
ceedngs 80. X" and laid the manu-
script aside.
Poor boy-poor boy! How many
years have you been at it,"
''TWCnty."
And still wearing wo-shilling ties,
a tweed suit, and looking as if you
hadn't had Il square meal for IL month,
Say-give it up-put on your coat and
go home'
DO you mean my situation:'
Yes and journalism, too. You are Il
failure Give up the struggle and drive
a street car or hitch on to buck saw
and try and work yourself to the top.
Sorry for you. but you are out of your
element. All my dollar cigars are
gone, but here are a couple of fifty cent
ones, which | will leave with my best
wishes. Would like to stay longer but
l sail from New York day after to-
morrow. Ryc-byc. old fel, and don't
be discouraged. Always chance for
an ambitious street car driver to climb
up, you know. If you need my intiu-
cnce cable me, care of the Roths-
chlds."
And when he had departed the city
editor leaned back and stared at the
wall for a long five minutes without
thinking. When the clatter of the copy
box coming down from the composing
room finally brought him back to earth
he sighed drearily, put away the cigars
so carefully wrapped in tinfoil, gath
cred up the sheets lying about, and
whispered to himself:
Too late. All the booms have bust
cd Wish I'd thrown the blamed cuss
down stairs for his cheek.'