l want it published for four weeks, until date?" asked the editor.

"Mebbe longer, lad."

The editor wrote "till forbid" in the margin of the paper and smiled.

"How big will it be?" said Mr. Dimmidge.

The editor took up a copy of the "Clarion" and indicated about an inch
of space. Mr. Dimmidge's face fell.

"I want it bigger,--in large letters, like a play-card," he said.
"That's no good for a warning."

"You can have half a column or a whole column if you like," said the
editor airily.

"I'll take a whole one," said Mr. Dimmidge simply.

The editor laughed. "Why! it would cost you a hundred dollars."

"I'll take it," repeated Mr. Dimmidge.

"But," said the editor gravely, "the same notice in a small space will
serve your purpose and be quite legal."

"Never you mind that, lad! It's the looks of the thing I'm arter, and
not the expense. I'll take that column."

The editor called in the foreman and showed him the copy. "Can you
display that so as to fill a column?"

The foreman grasped the situation promptly. It would be big business for
the paper. "Yes," he said meditatively, "that bold-faced election type
will do it."

Mr. Dimmidge's face brightened. The expression "bold-faced" pleased him.
"That's it! I told you. I want to bill her in a portion of the paper."

"I might put in a cut," said the foreman suggestively; "something like
this." He took a venerable woodcut from the case. I grieve to say it was
one which, until the middle of the present century, was common enough in
the newspaper offices in the Southwest. It showed the running figure of
a negro woman carrying her personal property in a knotted handkerchief
slung from a stick over her shoulder, and was supposed to represent "a
fugitive slave."

Mr. Dimmidge's eyes brightened. "I'll take that, too. It's a little
dark-complected for Mrs. P., but it will do. Now roon away, lad," he
said to the foreman, as he quietly pushed him into the outer office
again and closed the door. Then, facing the surprised editor, he said,
"Theer's another notiss I want ye to put in your paper; but that's
atween US. Not a word to THEM," he indicated the banished foreman with a
jerk of his thumb. "Sabe? I want you to put this in another part o' your
paper, quite innocent-like, ye know." He drew from his pocket a gray
wallet, and taking out a slip of paper read from it gravely, "'If this
should meet the eye of R. B., look out for M. J. D. He is on your track.
When th