The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-21

in an agonized tone. Once or twice
something offended him and he threatened
to resign, but, as the ladies Immediately
surrendered, nothing came of it.
The next two days passed in a some
what uneventful manner. By giving him
plenty OF work he was kept reasonably
quiet There was not much trouble
Thursday. either. though shortly after
noon he set up a loud roar, saying that
he had been taken suddenly sick and
was in mortal agony The ladies
asked him If they could not do something
for him, but he only howled the louder
and finally lay down on the floor upon his
back and began pounding the boards
tiercey with his head. A doctor was
called, but as soon as Tatters saw him
he got up quickly and went back to work
What's the trouble with you, young
mani" inquired the doctor.
" Anthony poison from the type an
swered Tatters, dismally. III go off
some day with 1t just like-scat! All good
printers die of it sooner or later.
"Tatters may have told the truth about
his illness, but 1 learned later on that
he had eaten his hatful OF green apples.
at noontime, and you can draw your own
conclusions.
Friday was press day, and the ladies
arrived at the office early. Tatters rush
ed into the front room and addressing
himself confidentially to the city editor,
said:
Z" Say, want a bully item of news?"
Why, yes, Tatters, of course; what is
it?"
Dog-fght' answered Tatters. Jim
Beasley's dog and Deacon Ketcham's.
Down by the postohice. The deacon didn't
want his dog to fight, but Jim didn't care.
Set down and get your penci-tel you all
about 1t. You see the dogs met. and Jim's
dog sort of walked around the Deacon's
dog once or-what's the matter? Amt you
going to use it?"
The editor said she thought not.
"'What! cried Tatters in CONSERVATION.
nothing aboutit, after 1 watched II and
got all the facts for your
" No, l don't think we care for it.
Now, see here said Tatters, dropping
his voice into a still more confidential tone,
act reasonable, as you say to me. l saw
last night your paper was going TO be dull,
that 1t needed hvening up-tain't all your
fault, its a dead week-I saw this, say,
and what do you think l die this morning,
just to help you out?"
q" 4 don't know, Tatters-what was it?'
''Tatters came closer, sank his voice al
most TO a whisper and said:
" I drove the Deacon's dog around to
the place and then / sicked Jim's onto
him. All to give you an itemH
1.-The lady was deeply touched by his de-
votion, and said as much. but was forced
to add that they could not mention a
common dog-hght in their edition.
"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 rather than anger.
The young lady thought she detected a
tear, but this is not probable. For
half-minute he did not move, then he
said:
you couldn't use it in funny way,
either, / s'spose? II 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
a little when the deacon wasn't noticing
No. Tatters; I'd like to, but ,cant.'
You wouldn't let me write It up. either,
I s'pose?
"rattors turned back to the composing
room, and not a sound was heard from
him except the steady click OF his type
for an hour
1T was about II o'clock when the edit
or-in-chief came into the office and said
70 the city editors
" I think there Is an item OF news for
us out at Tarbox's. on the Coopersvllle
road. / hear that Mr.. Tarbox has been in
jured by an unruly COW. It's only a mile
and a half out there-cant you go out
on your bicycle and get the particulars?'
There was a loud shout behind them,
and Tatters burst in and ran through the
room, shedding his apron In his fight,
and saying:
"TIl tend TO that. girls! I'm the wild
COW editor of this paperl Back in ten
minutesp
The editor-in-chlef ran TO the window
and looked down into the street
" Goodness graciousp she cried TO tho
other; there he goes on your bicycle, rid
ing like the wind and shouting for every
body to get out OF the way Of the wild-cow
editor. What shall we do now2"