Sketches New and Old eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 366 pages of information about Sketches New and Old.

Sketches New and Old eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 366 pages of information about Sketches New and Old.

Next I gently touched up the newest stranger—­the lion of the day, the gorgeous journeyman tailor from Quincy.  He was a simpering coxcomb of the first water, and the “loudest” dressed man in the state.  He was an inveterate woman-killer.  Every week he wrote lushy “poetry” for the journal, about his newest conquest.  His rhymes for my week were headed, “To Mary in H—­l,” meaning to Mary in Hannibal, of course.  But while setting up the piece I was suddenly riven from head to heel by what I regarded as a perfect thunderbolt of humor, and I compressed it into a snappy footnote at the bottom—­thus:  “We will let this thing pass, just this once; but we wish Mr. J. Gordon Runnels to understand distinctly that we have a character to sustain, and from this time forth when he wants to commune with his friends in h—­l, he must select some other medium than the columns of this journal!”

The paper came out, and I never knew any little thing attract so much attention as those playful trifles of mine.

For once the Hannibal Journal was in demand—­a novelty it had not experienced before.  The whole town was stirred.  Higgins dropped in with a double-barreled shotgun early in the forenoon.  When he found that it was an infant (as he called me) that had done him the damage, he simply pulled my ears and went away; but he threw up his situation that night and left town for good.  The tailor came with his goose and a pair of shears; but he despised me, too, and departed for the South that night.  The two lampooned citizens came with threats of libel, and went away incensed at my insignificance.  The country editor pranced in with a war-whoop next day, suffering for blood to drink; but he ended by forgiving me cordially and inviting me down to the drug store to wash away all animosity in a friendly bumper of “Fahnestock’s Vermifuge.”  It was his little joke.  My uncle was very angry when he got back —­unreasonably so, I thought, considering what an impetus I had given the paper, and considering also that gratitude for his preservation ought to have been uppermost in his mind, inasmuch as by his delay he had so wonderfully escaped dissection, tomahawking, libel, and getting his head shot off.

But he softened when he looked at the accounts and saw that I had actually booked the unparalleled number of thirty-three new subscribers, and had the vegetables to show for it, cordwood, cabbage, beans, and unsalable turnips enough to run the family for two dears!

How the author was sold in Newark—­[Written about 1869.]

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