He Wanted To Be A Newspaper Writer

The other day Col. Gillit, of Black Fork, accompanied by hi.s son, visited the Traveler office. "IVe been layin' off for some time." he said, "to fetch my boy in, but we've had to save the fodder and git the fattenin' hogs outen the woods. I know that you want somebody to help you on this sheet, for t 's man's aatur to git tired. Kow, nu boy Torn, here, has liad a heap of money spent on his eddycation, and I don t think that it's righf to waste him on the farm. The fust indication we liad that he was iitted for work was when he writ Bomethin on the fence with a pieee of charcoal an' got into y fiirht, ii,bont it. Wluit was if 'mi wv'ti son?" "I writ that Ben Buckle, waa a liar.'' answered the boj'. "Now, don't yon see what stuff there's iu him? Just look. a boy only - how oíd are yon. son?'" "Tweïve. goin' on thirteen." "Just lookat a boy only twelve goin' on thirteen writin' sicli a polítical artiekle as that The man who writ the paper of independence couldn't do anv better than that. And yon ought to see him with a pen. Son, show the gentlemon how yon can freeze lo the end of a pen and rar like a hoss "' The boy took up a pen, pressed it on me table ana capereu aroiuui. "That's what I cali eoniplishment." continued the father. "That's what 's 1 cali snap. Son, show the geatl how yon can throw yoUr whole natur into liar." The boy took the pon and wTote "Har1' with bold smear. "Niiw. sou, write lioss tbicf " The boy wrote "hoss thief,"' aud cilpored around with a juvenile grin of malignity. "That-s what I eall the resulto! eddycation," rcsnmed the father. "Thfs what I calí newspaper ability. Non sir, how much is he wofth amonth?" "I would dislike to place a burried estímate of valuó upon sueh active service as the young man CQuld render,11 said the editor. "Besides, wc could not utílíze him hero, for this is not a politica! papar. Your son is a political writer, antl 1 would adviso yon to eee the proprU:Ur of a daily sheet." "I reckon yon re ríght. This is a sorter tame èstaibliihiueöt. Como ou, son, I mus' git yon a place wh&r yon r:u sling your jints."- Awixirir Traveler. m iirUl y VI U ULIV YVI1U JUIiiH.i ilii inlijf at all aboutthe subject can deny thai u majority of what we proudly cali our "smart yoimg fellowa," are sowingjust such "wild oata" every day - or, more correct ly, every night. Tlicy are spend!n- in dissipation the hard earned hordes thai the old folks have by pinchiriL themselves, laid by to put the boys tfaroup;h ; wastinc: the most valuable time of their life: oftentimes even preying aa the ungarded inuocence of young iris, leaving the flowers tb at once jloomei.1 sweet witli tlie lioney of inno cenee wii'ted with the poison of deprav'v. Curtains f fishermen's twine ure new and likely to be fashionable.