"I've come here to put an advertisement in your paper."
The editor heaved a sigh of relief, as once before. "Certainly," he said
briskly. "But that's another department of the paper, and the printers
have gone home. Come to-morrow morning early."
"To-morrow morning I shall be miles away," she said decisively,
"and what I want done has got to be done NOW! I don't want to see no
printers; I don't want ANYBODY to know I've been here but you. That's
why I kem here at night, and rode all the way from Sawyer's Station,
and wouldn't take the stage-coach. And when we've settled about the
advertisement, I'm going to mount my horse, out thar in the bushes, and
scoot outer the settlement."
"Very good," said the editor resignedly. "Of course I can deliver your
instructions to the foreman. And now--let me see--I suppose you wish to
intimate in a personal notice to your husband that you've returned."
"Nothin' o' the kind!" said Mrs. Dimmidge coolly. "I want to placard him
as he did me.
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