The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1897-06-12
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day, either, though shortly after noon he
set up loud roar, saying that he had beer
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 Or
the floor upon his back and began pounding
the boards tiercely with his heels. 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
man?' inquired the doctor.
Anthony poison from the type" an.
swered Tatters dismally. "T'll go off some
day with it just like-scat! All good
printers die of it sooner or later"
Tatters may have told the truth about
his illness, but l learned later ON that he
had eaten his hatful of green apples al
noontime, and you can draw your own con-
illusions.
Friday was press day, and the ladies
arrived at the Office early. Tatters rushed
into the front room and addressing himself
coniidentially to the city editor, said:
Say, want bully item of news?"
"Why, yes, Tatters, of course; what is
it?'
"Dog fight, answered Tatters. elm
Beasey's dog and Deacon Ketchams s.
Down by the postotlice. The deacon didn't
want his dog to fight, but Jim didn't care.
Set down and get your pencil-tell you all
about it. You see, the dogs met and Jim's
dog sort of walked around the deacon
do. Snco or-whats the matter? Ain'i
you going TO use it?'
The editor said she thought not.
what cried Tatters in CONSERVATION,
'nothing ..bout it after | watched it and
got all the facts for you?'
"No, don't think we care for it,"
"Now, see here, said Tatters, dropping
his voice into still more confidential tone
"act reason 'ble, as you say TO me. saw
last night your paper was going to be dull,
that it needed livening up-'tain all your
fault, its dead week. saw this, say,
and what do you think did this morning
Just to help you out?'
81 don't know, Tatters; what was it?''
Tatters came closer, sank his voice almost
to a whisper and said:
81 drove the deacon dog around to the
place and then sicked jim onto him. All
to give you 81 item"
The lady was deeply touched ny his de
votion, and said as much, hut was forced
to add that they could not mention a COM
mon dog fight in their edition.
Tatters drew back and stood silently
gazing at her. She expected nothing less
than final resignation on the spot But
his face showed sorrow rather than anger.
The young lady thought she detected n
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'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-Iim may have pushed little
when the deacon wasn't noticing. You
wouldn't let me write it up, either, | sup.
pose?"
"No, Tatters. I'd like to, but | can't"
Tatters turned back to the composing
room and not a sound was heard from him
except the steady click of his type for an
hour
II was about II O'Clock when the editor
in-chief came into the Office and said to the
city editor:
II think there is an item of news for us
ont at IarboX on the Coopersyille road.
| hear that Mr.. Tarbox has been injured by
an unruly COW. Its only mile and half
out there-can't you 90 out on your bicycle
and get the particulars?'
There wss a loud shout behind them and
Tattcgs burst in and ran through the room,
shedding his apron in his flight and saying
"I'll tend to that girls! I'm the wild
COW editor Of this paper Back in ten min.
utes,'
The cditor-in.chief ran to the window
and looked down into the street.
Goodness, gracious!' she cried to the
oSher. 'Thero he goes on your bicycle,
riding like the wind and shouting for every
body to get out Of the way of the wild COW
editor. What shall we do now"
"I'll see If can catch him on your bicy-
Gle. And ri 60 on and find out about the
accident, anyhow"
But though she was good rider she
might as well have tried to overtake an
express train as the wild COW editor
Leaning over the handlebar and 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.. Tarbox,
got his story Of the occurrence and returned
herself. Tatters was in the office, looking
innocest and bard At 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 accident
and il was sent in to Iatters with the rest