The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1909-01-05

| chief which he then wound round one
hand and continued:
81 don't allow to have no trouble
with m neighbors, but"
wait a minute" said Editor Rich
ard Harding Dawson, reaching for his
pencil and pad "Wait a minute,
Uncle Zed."
Now I'll read as | write and when
you don't like Il you say so"
"All right, Mr.. Dawson" piously as
sented t"Uncle" Zed with due appre-
citation and qualification in his modu-
lated voice.
Some low down miscreant." read
the editor. scribbling, whose heart is
about the size of a flea and whose
head must be shaped like a tack, afro
ciously, malioiously and with malice
aforethought. shot that fine. big fam.
lily dog"
Uncle" zed's face fell and his lips
quivered as he interrupted:
His name was Shep,' MIR. Dawson.
'Shep' was his name"
"All right-'that fine, big, family
dog Shep, owned by Uncle" Zed Hop
liins, Saturday night. A man that
would shoot a dog like Shep is the
greenest scum OF the earth and hang
Ing is too good for him.
"How's that, Uncle Zed?"
Good, mighty good" testified the
patriarch, rubbing his hands gleefully
and squirming in the creakIng chair,
but amt ye goin' to mention no
names?"
Why, yes, might, Mr. Hopkins;
that is II you desire ~"
We'll, ] amt insistin' none, but I've
took yer paper a long time, Mr. Dav-
ison, long time!"
1t is our painful duty In this con-
nection,'" resumed the editor, Ito
announce we have among us a family
so lost to common decency and the
mandates OF society, as to kill an in
nocent and unassuming dog"
by lingo, that's great" interposed
Uncle" Zed with joy in his voice;
"that'll make 'em cringe some.
guess Go ahead. editor. go ahead!"
AS to kill an innocent and unas-
suming dog, and, to make long story
short, the name is Higginsv"
Uncle" Zed brought his cane to the
floor with an enthusiastic clatter:
"Hurrah! Say, editor, you're a
trump. You're a man with tn cour
age o. his convictions. You're "a
what's that? Sign IT, Sign it!!"
Uncle" Zed arose hastily from his
chair, his surprise paramount.
Me sign It'll"
"You certainly don't want me to as
sumo responsibility for 1t. Mr.. Hop
kins, My dog hasn't been killed" ex.
postulated the editor with a smile in
his eye that Uncle" zed did not
sea.
Thunder In the winter time! Great
horn spoons and little fishes! OF all
the fool editors ever see you are the
wustl" shouted Uncle" Zed, waving
his cane, his bandana and his whisk-
ers all at one and the same time, as
he stumped away.
And the next day Editor Richard
Harding Dawson was notified by mail
to stop Uncle" zed's paper.
But he didn't do 1t. A country edi-
tor knows a thing or two about hu.
man nature. Uncle" Zed would have
been really angry had the editor com.
piled with the order
o @ o
He Wllted.
Wilt thou take her for thy ''pard" for
better or worse; 10 have. TO hold, 10
fondly guard, TIL hauled off In the
hearse2 Wilt thou let her have her way,
consult her many wishes. make the
hres up every day, and help her with
the dishes7 Wilt thou give her all the
STUFF her little purse will pack, buy
her monkey, boa and mun, little
seal skin sacque7 wit thou comfort ana
support her father, mother, Aunt Je-
NINA, Uncle John, thirteen sisters and q
brother2 And his face grew pale and
blank II was too late TO jilt; as through
the chapel noor he sank he sadly sald
I will. "-AndsFson Cokla,) Globe.
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