The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1897-04-23

pencil-tell you all ABOUT IL HUI see'
the dogs met, and Jim's dog sort Of
walked around the deacon's dog once
or-what's the matter? Amt you 60
ing to use it? :,
"The editor said he thought not.
"'Whatv cried Tatters, in conster-
nation, nothing about 1t, after l watch
| ed it and got all the facts for your
"'No, I don't think we care for it.
"sNow, see here said Tatters, drop
ping his voice into still more conf
| Dental tone, act reason'ble, as you say
to me. saw last night your paper was
| going to be dull, that it needed liven-
| ing up-'tain't all your fault, it's
dead week-I saw this, l say, and what
| do you think / did this morning, just
to help you out"
"I don't know, Tatters-what was
| 1t"
"Tatters came closer, sank his voice
almost to a whisper and said:
"'I drove the deacon's dog around to
| the place and then l sicked Jim's onto
| him. All to give you an item!
'1'he lady was deeply touched by his
devotion, and said as much, but was
| forced to add that they could not men,
| ton a common dog fight in their edi-
ton.
''Tatters drew back and stood silently
| gazing at her. She expected nothing
| less than a final resignation on the
| spot. But his face showed sorrow rath-
er than anger. The young lady thought
she detected a tear, but this is not
| ho1f r,otn1fn he did
not move, then he said:
"'You couldn't use it in funny way,
either, 1 s'pose? 1t was funny. The
| deacon pulled on his dogs tail and Jim
| pulled on his dogs tail, though Jim
didn't do any hard pulling-Jim may
have pushed little when the deacon
wasn't noticing. You wouldn't let me
write it up, either, / s'pose|
".No, Tatters. I'd like to, but !
can't
"Tatters turned back to the compos-
ing-room and not a sound was heard
from him except the steady click of his
type for an hour.
"It was about IL o'clock when the
editor-in-chief came into the office and
said to the city editor:
"I think there is an item of news
for us out at Tarbox's, on the Coopers-
Vile road. l hear that Mr. Tarbox has
been injured by an unruly COW. It's
only a mile and half out there-can't
you 60 out on your bicycle and get the
particulars?
"There was loud shout behind them
and Tatters burst in and ran through
| +ha chnd6inp his In his
flight and saying:
"T'll tend to that, girls! I'm the
wild-cow editor of this paper! Back in
ten minutes?
"The editor-in-chief ran to the win
dow and looked down into the street.
Goodness, graciousr she cried to
the other. There he goes on your bi
cycle, riding like the wind and shout
ing for everybody to get out Of the
way of the wild-cow editor. What shall
| we do nowP
"I'n see If can't catch him on your
bicycle. And I'll go on and find out
about the accident anyhow
"But, though she was good rider,
she might as well have tried to over.
tcs . an express train as the wild-cow
edo r. Leaning over the handlebar
ah ringing the bell constantly, he
never slackened his pace for the whole
distance. When she arrived at Tarbox's
she found that he had got the facts
gone down the lane and started back
by another road. She saw Mr.. Tar
box, gf,t his story of the occurrence
and returned herself. Tatters was ir
the office, looking innocent and hard al
work.
"'Don't say anything to him. was
the advice of the others. He'll surely
resign If you do
"She wrote paragraph about the &C
cident and 1t was sent in to Tatters
with the rest of the copy. In a few
minutes he came out holding the shee
Of manuscript in his hand.
"'See here he said; are you goini
to print such stuff as this about tha
COW fightP
. "'What is it, Tatters? asked the edi
, tor-in-chief.
"Just listen,' answered Tatters
She says: Yesterday forenoon Brook
dale's worthy milkman, Xr. Tarbox
, had narrow escape. He bad just sep
arated calf from its mother whel
r the latter became enraged and attack
: | ed him with her horns. He was badl
shaken up, but escaped serious injury.
= Do you hear that?'
, ayes. 1t seems to me all right Pu
It in just as 1t is.'
> "Tatters uttered a howl 4 re
? Then he paused and was silent. RI
: looked at the floor for full minute
then he said: NO, I'll stick to it Afte
|. all I've lived through this week it.
too late to go now.' He went bac
to the other room and resumed hi
work.
t at was after supper that night be
fore they got to press, br- with tn
8 prospect of good sum for ameliora
:. | ed heathen tn ladies did not complain
t Tatters' friend, Jim Beasley, had bee
engaged to come in and turn the Gran
!, | of the press, while Tatters himself fe
: In the blank sheets and superintende
p | the work. He seemed remarkabl
j meek and pleasant, and the ladies a
: observed that they had not seen hir
< In so amiable frame Of mind durin
3 the whole week. The bicycle ride di
Tatters good they remarked. He al
t peared, however, to be in great hui
. ~, and constantly urged Jim to tur
. faster and advised the ladies to max
/ haste with the folding and get the ps
? pers ready for the postofice.
sIt was little before II o'clock tha
! the edition was hnishad and Tatter