The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-01-07
THE ASSISTANT.
A Plucky. Girl and Her Lis
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door.
.No," promptly replied India "Pm
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
1 revolving one screwed TO the floor be-
side the desk.
The farmer had come through n sad
dlcr's shop TO mount to the office The
publishing room was divided from this
by a temporary partition Of pine board6.
He sat down with his hat on and
looked e~ariousiy around. Leaving his
m~ud-spattered person out Of considers
ton. il wa a place Of oddities and be-
RinninRs, 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 we're pasted on the wall. Afancy
paper-weight was among the files on
the desk. A bench, pushed out at the
end, as II its occupant had just left IL,
stood before a table that depended for
one corners support on a barrel It
was the exchange barrel.
"Well, | come to subscribe for the
paper, Z said the farmer. after she had
addressed several envelopes, talking to
! him about the weather as she did {.
my brother will be glad to have
your name said the assistant How
shall | write it2H
.Isr'l B~onebrake's my >name," said
the farmer, going deep into his trous-
ers and bringing up a ragged pocket
book which, being opened, disclosed
: green banks Of wealth. What's the
~Rinonnt9as
One dollar a year, fifty cents for
six months, or twenty-five cents for
three months, payable in advance.
"You don't ask enough remarked
Mr.. Bonebrake, 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 IL pay
.'0h, we SHALL, replied the assistant
.sMy brothers will advance the price
rs they improve the paper
''HIow many air Their of your
"My two brothers and myself. One
attends to the publishing and adver-
Using; the other edits. / assist. We've
heard 81 yen, Mr.. Bonebrake you
i some stock farms about here?"
eyes" replied the farmer, nom
~chalantly. u got a couple o. thou
sand acres or soSwest o. the place. The
place is GROWN, isn't it2"
wonderfully. : I think it's bound to
be q grain and stockAcenter.n
Now you taikl' said the farmer with
enthuAia&m- why, when I came here
twenty years ago, 'twa'n't nothing but
pcrrara 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 r~attlesnakes where
Powells putin up his ELEVATOR. Wen
be q city
ITS only a question Of time" said,
the girl
so you young folks come on here
and started q paper. Had you
= a paper before2''
my brothers are practical printers.
have learned to do a great many
things"
II bet you have said the farmer,
with approval. Il like smart wimmen.
Some folks doesn't; but ! do
oh, ! just help my brothers II the
paper succeeds yuu must credit it to
them. In the course Of . year they
hope TO get a 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 F1onEla 4r,1l 50. - L. 49, 81 944E4-H
They will that!N said Mr.. 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:
II never saw such an abominabie
place as this ist'
The assistant gave him q swift, salu-
tary glance.
Mr.. Bonebrake," she said, this is
b editor, Mr.. Pink Bradshaw. One
Of our mex subscribers, Pink.
We'll, ! DECLARE said he, you don't
look nothin' but a boyi'
isn't your other brother no older?''
inquired Mr.. Bonebrake Of the assis-
tant
Younger
W 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 sejest keep on,'h said Mr..
Bone brake. I.Just you keep ahead
My brother has beef thinking Of
visiting you and sorne other prominent
stockmen,' said the assistant, ito get
an article about your methods"
All right; como ahead Well kin q
chicken and give you a bite to eat
Inc farmer wen smiling downstairs,
n the editors assistant fixed her clear
eyes on her brother.
4 don't cars!'' he said. sitting down
At his table and striking 1t with his
hand sYou can fix it up with the old
moss-backs, frst-rate, but this IS a cor
ner otthe earth cannot endure"
; you thought you could tread on
ms local pride and NOT get hurt in re-
turn?s
y didn't see him when i FIRST came
in The mudt Just look At the mud
sticking to my feetia
he shoWed5the black, waxy soil. He
was a sensitive-looking delicate-f faced
young fellow, fair. bluc-eyed, yet with
much reserve force apparent about
him.
ihe wind rasps my very sonlls
Did you gather any items2, IN
quired the assistant, calmly. having
drawn a leaf forward and taken up her
pencil TO make a local VI Mr.. SBone@