EASY TO WRITE FOR A NEWSPAPER.

Temuka Leader, Issue 228, 24 January 1880, Page 3

EASY TO WRITE FOR A NEWSPAPER.

He was a friend of mine, and used frequently to drop in and give me advice as to how I ought to inn my paper. He was a minister, and coneqnently thought I should devote a little more to the cause of religion, and not so pmch to politics. He said it could he ( made a power for good in the Western land, in which we had both cast our j fortunes. He was a lover of original, ‘too, and said he disliked to see reprint and thought I should write more—take the time, in fact, to fill the paper right Up with good new stuff. It seemed such an easy thing for him that one day I ventured to say: “ Brother yon had a •glorious meeting at the school-house, 1 hear ; suppose you write it up for me.” He didn’t seem to act as though he wanted to. I urged. He flushed a little and stood around, awkard like. He bad never been honoured with an invitation to write for the press before. I then urged. Then he took off his gloves and hat. Then I gave aim a scat at the table, with paper and pencil. He sat down to editorial work. He was always talking about how it should he done, and now ho was at it. He started in. I went about my work, and having written a column or two of matter for the days paper, left him still writing while I went out to solicit some advertisements. I was gone an hour or two, and when I came back he was stil at it. He was sweating awfully. His eyes were bent on the dazzling white paper before him, and his pencil was a Stub. I began to grow frightened. I knew I had only a small weekly paper fnd that its fourteen columns of space (one side was patent inward) would not hold the contents of the Bible and the supplements message# from Heaven besides’. At last the man looked up and timidly advanced ,with a piece of paper in one hand and suddenly went back to change a w rd. Then he came on again, like one who had passed through a vision, held out a piece of paper, and boldly asked: “Will that do? 15 1 looked at it. There were just seven lines of it, advertising measure. He was a large man, weighing over 800 pounds then, but when I met him, thiee wieks laler, he weighed less than 155. He had been sick, dhe seven-line ninehour effort was t-io much f« r jiim. But was not all lost. He n.wer advised editor mrain. It w..s hard work for nim to write, ami hr saw he was not cut {i- editor.