Old Subscriber

In an Ohio town thirty years ago lived an oíd fellow worth a couple of , hundred thousand dollars ar so, who was given to "pieces for tho papers." They were good, too, and the cld fellow took a just pride in them, and often had them printed in tho local papers of the town. One time he made a visit to Cinoinnati, and took an extra good one along with i him to see vvhat the oity papers would do with it, says the Detroit Free Press. The first city editor who ' read the artiel'e accepted it on the spot, and wanted to pay hira for it, though he had liever Been him before, and didn't know him from Adam's off ox. "What pay do you accept for this?" inquired the editor. "I don't know exactly," hesitated the old man, thinking it was a pretty good joke. "Have you ever been paid for any of your writings?" "Some," replied the applicant for literary honors, with a twinkle in hi3 eye as a new idea carne to him. "How much, for instance?" "Well, on one occasion," smiled the old gentleman, "I received $25,000 for ten words, not counting the signature." The editor almost feil off his chair. "What?" he exclaimed, dropping the artiele he was negotiating for. The visitor repeated his statement. "Great Caesar man," asked the editor; "how did you get that much?" "Simply by writing: 'Pay to the order of John Blank $25,000.' " The old gentleman laughed vigorously, and the editor blushed and begged his pardon and invited him to r' inner.