Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-10-16

mat piece OF news could not have
emanated from New York.
1t was too perplexing TO think
about, and Grandsir put the papers
away quickly and went out to finish
his narrowing.
All the rest of that week he studied
the matter. Was it possible that he
was wrong, after all? Could it be that
newspaper was really being made
in that yellow painted building that
had been Tom Huse's coopering shed
Grandsir would not believe it yet. 1t
was some kind of trick. He had a
shrewd suspicion that New York was
at the bottom of it, and that the drum
mer at the tavern who had tolo stories
of trains going underground was
somehow implicated. Even supposing
they-the Wiston boys-actually were
making the paper hemselves-Grand-
sir came around to this after a time
what was the good of it, if all it did
was to tell about the doings of fool
like Tom Huse. or to put you in pos
session of the fact that Dan Page had
painted his garden fence, a thing
which everybody could see for HIM
self? Such trumpery statements could
make no impression on a mind accus-
toned to concern itself only with mat
tiers of weight
Nevertheless Grandsir, it might be
observed, went oftener than usual to
the store that week. His supply of
crackers and cheese seemed TO require
frequent renewing, and he was anx-
ious to try one or two new kinds of
canned goods just brought in. But he
never glanced at the postoffice as he
went by, and the yellow front OF the
Gazette Office stared after him in vain
Even when Dan, standing on the door
step of his house, called to him one
day and handed out the folded paper,
he received it, as he had done before,
quite as matter of course.
He unfolded the beet with some
eagerness, however when he was once
more in the secure privacy of his own
kitchen. There it was again, The
Wingville Gazette" big and black.
and on the margin the words, Sample
copy, written in red ink. The Gazette
was prepared TO be generous with its
, sample copies until Grandsir's sub
scription should come in. The old
man ran his eye up and down the
columns. The front page was devoted
| largely to locals, and near the top one
| item was marked. Grandsir adjusted
his spectacles and began to read with
his painstaldng slowness:-
Our esteemed Teller citizen. Mr..
! Nahum Dudley, has among his stock
what is PROBABLY the finest full-blood-
ed Jersey COW in the town of Wing.
vile. She gives 12-quart pail of
milk night and morning. and Mr.. bud.
| ley assures us that the n-e-t-net-
profit from this valuable animal alone
is not less than one hundred and fifty
dollars per year"
Grandsir laid down the paper.
| Its a tarnal lie he said. There
amt a COW in town that'll fetch in
that but my old yuller one-an' who
in thunder is Nahum Dudley?"
He clutched the paper suddenly
with both hands, staring at it wide
! eyed.
Cory" he gasped; "it's me they
meant"
! He spread the paper on the table
and bent over it excitedly.
Mr.. Nahum Dudley" he read
again; there It's printed right out.
haint heerd it that way for 50 year
Our esteemed teller citizen. Lord,
One hundred and fifty dollars pei
year. It's true as taxes, every word
omit"
He read the item again and again
and the wonder of it grew upon him
| Everybody in town would see it. They
would read it ever in Cranston. to say
nothing of New York He got up and
went to the barn to look at the Jersey
| COW, as if he expected to find a Wis.
ible halo of fame around her yellow
head. Then he came back and read
the item once more, chucking to him
self.
Grandsir had all his life borne him
self like the philosopher he was.
Worldly vanity had not touched him;
fame he had waved away disdainfully:
things intended to make an impress
sion on him had glanced off harmless
~ But now all at once a well-aimed
shaft had found out the joints of his
armor. Clearly the shot had brought
him down. He began TO consider
what it would he TO have the Gazette
each week, with the chance OF repeat
ing this thrilling experience.
But though he was down. his pride
was alive. 1t would never do to open
ly sanction a scheme he had pro
nounced 'tomfoolery" from the be-
ginning How should he let the
Wiston boys know he wanted TO take
the paper? Necessity sharpened his
eyes. In the editorial corner at the
top of the second page he spied the
words. Weekly Gazette. 81 per year
strictly in advance Grandsir studied
it for minute. then rose Wifi
dauntless expression that still had
something Of cunning IN it. He drew
forth folded bill from the old waIle.
in the cupboard. and, thus armed.