The mirror., 1922-08-17

of mine who with his charming wife and
three adorable children, are responsible to
a great etxent for the mental richness I
referred to as invaluable in the first in
stallment.
An offer came to Walter preceding his
offer to me of course, to assume the man
agement of the country weekly referred to; /;
located in town that we will call St.
Andrew; very rich and thriving agri-
cultural community. The large volume of
business that was transacted in this little
city of some four thousand inhabitants was
a constant surprise and a matter for much
jubilation and elation to jobbing interests
who covered the territory. The civic
pride and achievement of the town evoked
much praise and emulation from bigger
municipal "brothers" in the state. Its
superb lighting system; beautifully paved
streets; matchless water works; substan-
tial and pretty city and county buildings,
set in background of landscape garden
ing hard to surpass; delightful parks; and
an exceptional fairgrounds where the usual
festivities were held; added to convenient
railway facilities describes this much
enved center where the "son of soip pre-
dominates.
Being, for the most part, technical
and mechanically inclined member of his
profession, but possessing executive ability
to a marked degree, Walter felt that he
needed man with some writing ability
to handle the editorial news and advertis-
ing departments; also to meet people and
generally handle the outside work, and
his offer to me was the result, which
promptly accepted recognizing at once the
potentialities of success. But, alas, we were
both doomed to disappointment.
Acquainting the editors, Mr.. Walsh and
Mr.. Hamilton of the Blade, of my ac-
ceptance of the new position, I was per-
mitted to leave at once, with many wishes
for success from the entire staff, that
kindled some reluctance to leave and gave
rise to the affection was accumulating for
these dear associates. The assurance that
l would find welcome berth on the Blade
should the new venture prove unsatisfac-
tory was very consoling and gratifying
to me, and was the parting word from
these fine editorial gentlemen.
$50 this is St. Andrew" quoth Walter, ,
in his peculiar high-pitched intonation,
much like the burlesque "Prince of Pilsen"
said: So this is Cincinnati" as we
stepped off the train in the town where
lay our hopes and ambitions.
"Yea Bo," I rejoined and looked about
inquiringly, then asked "Can you see the
town pump and the postofice? They are
two important strategic points we must not
overlook in this campaign, oh, moulder of
public opinion and political aspirations"
facetiously finished.
Gancing over the motley throng clus-
tered about the handsome station we saw
no familiar or welcome faces, so proceeded
uptown; only short distance which we
preferred to walk. Immediately aware of
the beauty about us and the air of COM
mercial progressiveness, evidenced by the
bustling activity of pedestrians; prosper
Gus appearing stores and other tokens, our
somewhat dropping spirits revived and we
entered the Commercial House" with a
jaunty, sef-confdent air. Registering for
temporary quarters at the hotel,-it being
part of our plan to obtain lodging in a