"Quad's odds"; . ing the driver that I wouldlay over, and walked acrossthe street to the office. Therewere no stairs to climb. Itwas a rude shanty, and thedoor was ajar. As I went in I beheldPrimrose seated at the edito-rial table, surrounded by theimplements of his noble pro-fession. He eyed me suspiciously as I looked around the 45 46 WAITING FOR A VACANCY. office and took a mental inventory, but when I sat downon the corner of the table and told him that I was a wearystranger, out of a job and looking for work, his counten-ance brightened up and he held out his hand. You want a sit, eh ? he
"Quad's odds"; . ing the driver that I wouldlay over, and walked acrossthe street to the office. Therewere no stairs to climb. Itwas a rude shanty, and thedoor was ajar. As I went in I beheldPrimrose seated at the edito-rial table, surrounded by theimplements of his noble pro-fession. He eyed me suspiciously as I looked around the 45 46 WAITING FOR A VACANCY. office and took a mental inventory, but when I sat downon the corner of the table and told him that I was a wearystranger, out of a job and looking for work, his counten-ance brightened up and he held out his hand. You want a sit, eh ? he inquired, rubbing at the patchon his cheek. I replied that I did, and he leaned back and seemed toponder for several minutes. Finally he said: Well, I dunno. Ive got a man now, and hes a can stick type, write editorial, gather local, workpress, or fight a whole crowd. Ive got him now, but theremay be a vacancy before night. We two are going over tothe hills this afternoon to canvass for subscribers and.
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