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

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The old man finished the foddering
of his cattle with a disguised air.
Somebody had been making a fool of
young Sam Wiston,-getting HIM to
believe Chat newspaper could be
made and printed right here in the
village. Grandsir saw the impossible
ity of it at glance. He had very
hazy ideas of the way in which news
papers came into existence, but he
was sure it couldn't be done in Wing
vile. Who among his neighbors-
whose resources he knew as he knew
the quality of cream from his cows
could make up things like what they
had in newspapers? Why, even Tom
Huse, the most notorious liar in
| Wayne county, couldn't do it, And
granting that it might be done, how
was 1t going to get all printed out with
black letters at the top and the pict-
ure OF man in the act of swallowing
| the contents of a bottle of bitters in
the upper corner? The thing was as
hard to imagine as it was to con-
ceive of the crab-apple tree in the
garden suddenly beginning to bear
cocoanuts or cans of ground coffee or
any other foreign product.
ure of man in the act of swallowing
Grandsir swept the scattered hay
into pile, as if he were sweeping up
the general foolishness of the world
with view to disposing of the same
in the most summary manner.
! Sam Wiston never had any too
much head fillin'," he muttered, land
that pesky runagate of a Will has
fetched home lot o. crazy notions
from Cranston. They'd better a. KEEP
him piekin' up rocks; there's enough
on Visions land to build a wall
/ around Jerus'lum."
However, Sam with his pencil con.
! tinued to GO perseveringly from house
to house. Over in the square rather
shaky-looking shed lately detached
from Tom Huse's coopering establish
ment had suddenly famed out in a
| coat of yellow paint, with the legend
"Wingville Gazette" wandering in
weird characters across the front.
/ From this edifice began to come the
hum and stir of business as the DAYS
went by. The Gazette office soon be-
came the center of attraction in the
town. and stranger in the place
would have been shown the reiuven.
ated shed as one of the sights.
But no stranger came,-Wingville
| since it had successfully resisted the
I encroachment of the railroad so years
! before had been like a forgotten
/ treasure dropped among the hills. and
) sam and Will felt that the world was
yet unconquered, because Grandsir
7 dudley never came near the office
and effected entire absence of emo
/ ton when he went by en- the opposite
side of the square
1t was on the morning about fou,
weeks after Sans visit to Grandsil
in the barn that the old man. eoine
over to the store, was hailed bv Oar
1 Page, the postmaster.
Hi. Grandsir!" called Dan. putting
his head out of the kitchen window
Dan lived in the post-office. or
/ rather, the post-office had been in
corporated into his domestic establish
ment-"come over and git yer mail ;
! Grandsir crossed the street with
/ deliberation. He had never in his life
, received anything through the mail
except an advertisement of cough
strip, which he had pondered over
for some time and finally laid between
/ the leaves of the cd family Bible. as
/ a curiosity which might as we'll be mi
| in safe keeping. But he took the
long object which Dan held out to
him without any visible excitement
and carried it home gingerly. He sat
down by his solitary fire-Grandsir
had lived alone since the death of his
wife and child many years before
and slowly undid the wrappings of
the parcel. 1t was two crisp little
sheets with The Wingville Gazette in
very black letters at the top of each.
Grandsir let them fall with a wrath
full look.
"Haint them Wiston boys CIV up
that tomfoolery yit?'' he said.
! He picked up the papers and stared
! at them with resentful incredulity.
'The names plain huff" he NUT
tered, but they could print that out
themselves"
The idea was struggling in his per-
picked brain that these papers had
been obtained surreptiously from New
York or some other foreign place and
made over to delude the light-minded
folk of the town, who were ready to
believe anythingg. For that bona
fide newspaper could be made and
published in Wingville was an idea
that still knocked in vain at the door
of his mind. He began to read slow
ly. stopping now and then to spell
out a word
"Mr Thomas Huse, the well-known
o-o-p-e-r-cooper- this town, is
cutyin' hoop-poles in Deacon Dyers
swamp"
Gransir pondered over this for a
few moments. something like alarm
growing in his look.
"Tarnationl" he muttered. It's
true-I seen him myself a-goin' cross