The Newtown bee., 1903-05-22

as my superiors complimented my progress, and heretofore they had had foundation, but now they came tum- bling down and nothing remained but pile of stone.
 "Evening News-last edition.-full account of the awfnl murder on Pine street!'
 The staccato cries of the newsboys on the street reused me from my reverie. and forgetting my troubles, l took up my work mechanically. When my business was over for the night pick up paper from the exchange desk, to read few minutes before going home. It happened to be paper published by 'splate" house, and I turned casually to the "for sale' column. Glancing down the column, this notice caught my eye:-
 | FOR SALE-Newspaper outfit in southern town of 2oO0. Owner will sell cheap for Cash to engage in other business. Address Bar, gain,'' this office.
 Here was my chance. Going to my desk, I wrote to the advertiser, asking for particulars, and mailed the letter on my way home. Several days after ward the reply came. The paper was the Weekly Call, published at Moore land, N. C. The plant consisted of a cylinder press, jobber paper cutter anc a large assortment of news and job type Everything was in good cond ition, anc could be bought for $500. This struck me favorably, and I resolved to take ,, the business. With the impetuositJ of a newspaper man, l went to the
 call box by the window and summoned
 a telegraph messenger. Seizing {
 blank l wrote accepting the offer, ane named the day that 1 would be ther'
 to close the contract. As went home
 I went to the editor-in-chief and stat ed my case, going over the decision O
 my physician, and ended by telling
 him the business move l had made.
 The train seemed to go at snail
 pace, and fumed inwardly at the de lay. Reaching Mooreland, I went a once to the Call office and paid out si, crisp $1OO bills. l was the happies man in the universe, but l little un derstood the trials of countr.
 newspaper man. The\ former owne
 offered to come in every day until
 could get out my first issue, which
 gladly accepted. s
 The staff consisted of one man ant
 one boy. "Chew" Williams was tn | compositor and pressman, while tn
 "devil" rejoiced in the uncommon
 name of Hannibal C;esar Jones. Vii Hams got his sobriquet from his con
 stant mastication of tobacco, and tn
 expectorati6n thereof. He used nav
 plugpand wherever he happened to
 at work he was always surrounded b
 a dark brown ring of tobacco juice
 "So long as he doesn't get drunk an l leave me in the lurch, don't care hoy | much tobacco he cheWS or where h | spits," said to myself, but I was des
 tined to an early disappointment. The devil was about l5 years old
 red-headed, frecliled, and as stupid
 as mule. Moreover he was clumsy
 and many handful of type did he pi
 He was good natured and seemingl
 anxious to learn-but those hands an
 feet. He couldn't touch anythin
 without knocking it over, and I veril believe that he would have knOcke
 over the imposing stone if the frame
 work had not been fastened down t
 the flOOr
 VI The first issue came out on time an j. by dint of ''main strength and awk '. wardness' we managed to get out tn D second without much delay. "Chew
 must have been as much elate
 over our progress as l, for he failed t d put in appearance on the morning af1 l. CT the second issue came out. At y o'clock he came, looking much tn t worse for wear. 1 mildly reprove e him for his conduct, making him ma ' and he refused to 'thrOw in'' "a sing ;t line. l cOuldn t afford to let him gt 0 as l knew absolutely nothing abol l. the mechanical part of paper an J. Hannibal Cnsar Jones knew less. H 6 did know how to distribute under u e direction of "Chew," but when l d came to letter he could mt find be r. for, he would wait until he thought I e one was watching and pitch it into u i- ''hell-box." l finally got "CheW' <ls T 1.,