Judge — June 24, 1882 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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The Only Man They Feared. “Tpesire to see the editor,” and respected ci Han old ting-room in a pile of dusty marble was opened, and the countenance of a pc would-be murderer confronted him. The slowly admitted into the room, ble The the chureh cl s the way marked ‘The citizen was not alone, On ma: chairs sat many other citizens waiting. ‘The new-comer, who may be called Mr. Wilking- ton, gazed upon the gathering, and wondered with the rest why the editor did not make his appearance. The clock struck “one.” Later it struck “two,” and it might be added that later it struck “three.” zens were nodding. Mr. hoon. Wilkington was zen, When the door of the | | drag him into Mr. Beaubarn: The crowd of citi- | | strike ‘‘four,” “five,” ‘ VERY INTERESTING EVENT—" OFF For aroused by the mention of his figure beckoned him to approach, and said with a fa ay look over his gold-rimmed see?” Then Mr. Wilkington stammered tha he had been bullied and beaten by an cart man, and could get no sa the Police authorities. “Ah,” said the man of loftiness, “you wish to see the ash-cart editor. James (this to a young man with a Fenian-like smile on his broad countenance), show this fellow into Mr. Beauharnais’s waiting-rooni Mr. Wilkington gasped, “Thank Heavi [shall see him at last,” and suffered Jame 3 waitin ‘There sat a group of sad-eyed citizens, sho heard the great clock the wi "and “seven room. EUROPE” mie. A lofty | Mr. Wilkington’s head began to swim, Why “Which editor do you wish to | | length a door opened, and a young man with he | four hai isfaction from | said, did he and all the oth wait? the editor? we Where was © questions that. collided inst each other in his fevered brain. At on his lip approached, and softly fr, Wilkington.” ‘The old and re- atly distressed through worrying about the annoyance his absence from home would occasion his family, arose and quiekly said, “Mr. Beanba I pre- sum spected citizen, now gr “Not yet,” replied the young man, Tam | Beanharnais’s private secretary, and you will be ke-yind cnough to tell me why you wish to see that gentleman.” Mr. Wilkington protested that he was a | | citizen who was entitled to some respect, and that he was not in the habit of telling his busi- comicbooks.com