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In an Ohio town thirty years ago ived an oíd fellow worth a couple oL mndred thousand dollars or so, who vas g-i ven to writing "pieces for the mpers." They wore good, too, and he old fellow took a just pride in hem, and often had thom printed in he local papers of the town. One ime he made a visit to Cincinnati. and tookan extra good one along with lim to soe what the city papers would do with it, says the Detroit Free Press. The first city editor who read the artiele accepted it on the spot, and wantod to pay hini lor ït. inougn ue had never seèn him before, and didn't know him frorn Adam's off ox. "What pay do you accept for this?" inquired the editor. "I don't know exactly," hesitatecl the old man, thinking it was a pretty I good joke. "Have you ever been paid for any of your writings?" "Some," replied the applicant for literary honors, with a twinkle in his eye as a new idea carne to bira. "How much, for instance?" "Well, on one occasion," smüed the old gentleman, "I received $2ö,000 for ten words, not counting the signature. " The editor almost feil off his chair. "What?" he exclaimed, droppingthe article he was negotiating for. The visitor repeated lus statement. "Great Caosar man," asked the editor; "how did you get that much?" "Simply by writing: 'Pay to the ordev of John Blank $25,000.' " The old gentleman laughed vigorously, and the editor blushed and beg-ged his pardon and invited him to dinne