(A shake of the head.)
"Sixpence?" (I was getting excited.)
"It's no use, Ma'am," said the persistent old follow. "It's the only number I could get, and I tell you that nobody shall have that TRIBUNE till I have read it myself!"
You should have seen, Mr. Editor, the shapeless hat, the mosaic coat, the tattered vest, and the extraordinary pair of trousers that were educated up to that TRIBUNE--it was a picture! FANNY FERN.
THE FIRM CONTINUES
Lottery printing -- The Constitutionalist--Dudley S. Gregory--The lottery suicide-- The firm prospers--Sudden death of Mr. Story--A new partner--Mr. Greeley as a master--A dinner story--Sylvester Graham--Horace Greeley at the Graham House--The New Yorker projected--James Gordon Bennett.
THE firm of Greeley and Story was not seriously injured by the failure of the Morning Post. They stopped printing it in time, and their loss was not more than fifty or sixty dollars. Meanwhile, their main stay was Sylvester's Bank Note Reporter, which yielded about fifteen dollars' worth of composition a week, payment for which was sure and regular. In a few weeks Mr. Story was fortunate enough to procure a considerable quantity of lottery printing. This was profitable work, and the firm, thenceforth, paid particular attention to that branch of business, and our hero acquired great dexterity in setting up and arranging the list of prizes and drawings.
Among other things, they had, for some time, the printing of a small tri-weekly paper called the Constitutionalist, which was the organ of the great lottery dealers, and the vehicle of lottery news, a small, dingy quarto of four pages, of which one page only was devoted to reading matter, the rest being occupied by lottery tables and advertisements. The heading of this interesting peri