The Wichita daily eagle., 1897-10-07

through the other window, and q snow
er Of glass fell on the bed just as the
dining room window yielded 20 the as
sault and huge stone fell on the floor.
The editor and the business manager
day staring into the darkness, one quak-
ing, the other swearing softly but fiu-
entity. Then there was the sound Of
wheels, and all was still. Warner leap
ed out Of bed, dressed and went for
policeman. Carriage tracks were plain
ly seen in the road. ard they followed
them, lantern in hand. This was just
one OF the drawbacks 10 the new jour
nalisn'' in the country. With the cold
night air tapping his garments. War
nsr led the policeman FOR miles through
the deserted streets, following the elu-
sive trail. The carriage had very mar
row tires and the distance between the
wheels was four feet five inches Jp
and down hill and around corners they
traced ii until it came 10 Smith, the
clothing dealer. the distinguished citi-
zen who had suffered the most recent
ripping up the back" Then Warner
went home TO bed, and swore many
oaths Of vengeance.
The case was reported 10 the chief OF
police and he investigated"
'If get a clew 1 Will follow H." he
said. shortly. I'VE have no love for
these Warmers. anyway" 1 gathered
that mis- efforts were not going TO be
strenuous. The best citizens OF the
town, il should be said. heartily con-
denim the cowardly attack on Mrs. War
ner and her house.
ELABORATE OFFICE FURNITURE.
For the benefit OF any hardened per-
son who still cherishes the idea of start
ing such paper, I will say that the
Office equipment necessary IS. according
to my observation as follows:
Two table, rickety; three chairs, also
gone as 10 legs; one stove. one ink bot
tie, one paste pot, one pair OF shears.
With these articles Mrs. Warner gets
out paper each week that makes VIII
limantic's teeth rattle. l had long
talk with her and her husband in their
Office the other night. These are War
ner's views as nearly as / can remem-
Der them:
Say, what do you think OF them?
these farmers make me tired. I'm too
swift for them. 1 didn't live in New
York all my life to be thrown down by
q lot Of jays. I got next TO their curves
in about a minute. I've been here five
years. and I've got ali their pedigrees
down fine. There ain't one OF 'em l
don't know. II any Of them chucks
bluff at me, say, just rip him up the
back. I tell him what he has been do
ing on the quiet and he shuts up qusk-
er'n lightning
And fifteen minutes more like this.
Warren doesn't mean all ne says. In
certain way ne is a good fellow. His
wife tried her best to stem his torrent
OF eloquence, but in vain. She doesn't
believe in talk. She writes and acts.
She has keen humor Of her own, TOO.
She gave some inside facts concerning
the failure Of a Willimanic bank two
years ago, and thus incensed the edi-
tor Of another paper, who was friend
of the directors. He went 10 her office
next day, clothed in dignity and stern
ness. She was writing on a typewriter.
Mrs. Warner" ne said solemnly.
"you will retract what you have said.
I have in my hand written retraction,
which you Will sign and I will publish"
He paused for reply but none came.
She went on writing. He repeated his
demand, in a still more naughty tone.
At last she seemed 10 hear. She turned
around with a CHEEKY smile.
"Will you hold your breath until 1
sign that retraction?" she said sweetly.
The rival editor gasped and sat down.
Mrs. Warner turned again 10 her tye-
writer. and after glowering al her back
for little while the man crawled out.