I've got it all written out here. Sabe?"
She took from her pocket a folded paper, and spreading it out on the
editor's desk, with a certain pride of authorship read as follows:--
"Whereas my husband, Micah J. Dimmidge, having given out that I have
left his bed and board,--the same being a bunk in a log cabin and pork
and molasses three times a day,--and having advertised that he'd pay
no debts of MY contractin',--which, as thar ain't any, might be easier
collected than debts of his own contractin',--this is to certify that
unless he returns from Elktown Hill to his only home in Sonora in one
week from date, payin' the cost of this advertisement, I'll know the
reason why.--Eliza Jane Dimmidge."
"Thar," she added, drawing a long breath, "put that in a column of the
'Clarion,' same size as the last, and let it work, and that's all I want
of you."
"A column?" repeated the editor. "Do you know the cost is very
expensive, and I COULD put it in a single paragraph?"
"I reckon I kin pay the same as Mr.
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