"We want enough to run a newspaper plant at Millville, and will pay for whatever we use.

I've ordered a meter, as you asked me to do, and my men are now stringing the cables to make the connection." "Pah! a newspaper.

How absurd," said Mr.Skeelty with scornful emphasis.
"Your name, Merrick, is not unknown to me.

It stands for financial success, I understand; but I'll bet you never made your money doing such fool things as establishing newspapers in graveyards." Uncle John looked at the man attentively.
"I shall refrain from criticising your conduct of this mill, Mr.
Skeelty," he quietly observed, "nor shall I dictate what you may do with your money--provided you succeed in making any." The manager smiled broadly, as if the retort pleased him.
"Give an' take, sir; that's my motto," he said.
"But you prefer to take ?" "I do," was the cheerful reply.

"I'll take your paper, for instance--if it isn't too high priced." "In case it is, we will present you with a subscription," said Uncle John.