use, with the usual assortment of serial story, "Hints to Farmers,"
column of jokes, sermon, and patent medicine advertisements. T. J.'s own
side was made up of local advertisements, a column of editorial, a few
bits of local news that he could scrape together, and several columns
of "country correspondence." T. J. himself was the entire force of the
TIMES, except for a boy who came in every Thursday morning to work the
hand-power of the press, who then washed up and delivered the papers
about town. T. J. had built up the paper from a state of decay until it
was one of the most prosperous country weeklies in Iowa, and he had done
this against a handicap that would have discouraged most men--he was not
married.

In Kilo subscriptions are frequently paid in turnips or cordwood, and
the advertisers expect at least half of their bills to be taken out in
trade, and the unmarried publisher is at a disadvantage. An unmarried
publisher has little use for the trade half of the payment he received
from the advertising milliner. No editor can appear in public wearing a
gorgeously flowered hat of the type known as "buzzard," and retain the
respect of his subscribers. Neither can he receive as currency, in a
year when the turnip crop is unusually plentiful, more than sixty or
seventy bushels of turnips in one day without having to get rid of them
at a severe discount. But, in spite of all this, T. J., by his energy
and good humor, had made a success of the TIME, and his editorials
advising the people not to patronize the Chicago mail-order houses, but
to patronize their home merchants, were copied by his contemporaries all
over the State. One of his editorials on the prospects of the year's hog
crop was quoted by the hog editor of a big Chicago daily, word for word.
These are the real triumphs of country journalism, and all over
the State his paper was referred to by his brother editors as "Our
enterprising contemporary, the KILO TIMES," and T. J. as "The brilliant
young editor of the same."

When Eliph' Hewlitt entered the printing office T. J. was standing
by his case setting up an item of news. He never wrote anything but
editorials on paper; other matter he composed in type as he went along.
It saved time. Now he laid his "stick" on the case and turned to Eliph'.

"My name is Hewlitt, Eliph' Hewlitt," said the book agent, "agent for
Jarby's Encyclopedia of Knowledge and Compendium of Literature, Science
and Art,' published by