in temperament representing the vigorous anti negro spirit which prevailed for so many years after the war again they were fairly illuminated where music was concerned assuming that a bit of such as this was sound it might get by but when it is remembered that this was largely and written about a negro a race more or less alien to their sympathy would it not naturally fall upon hard ears and appear somewhat ridiculous a negro the compound of the elements in nature i and this in their favorite paper by chance it went through having come to look upon most of my stuff as the of some strange genius who could do about as he pleased neither nor the editor in chief saw it perhaps or if they did they it no attention music the and the arts being of import here but depend upon it the of the rival papers that were constantly being at by the saw it and knowing the of our editor in to criticism of his own paper at once set to work to make some a book about myself thing out of it and of all the in the middle west by reason of his force and taste and care in his paper was a shining for a thing like this he was as a and extremely conspicuous whatever he did or said good bad or indifferent was invariably the subject of local newspaper comment and when any little or error appeared in the it was always charged to him i and so it was with this over the black it was too good a thing to be lost sight of the editor of the observed the appears to have visited one of our principal concert halls last night it is not often that that ponderous intellect can be called down from the heights of politics to contemplate so simple a thing as a singer of songs a black one at that but when true art even he can be counted upon to answer apparently the black beckoned to him last evening and he was not deaf to her call as the following magnificent bit of fresh from his pen is here to show then followed the praise in full none but the editor of the be d could have looked into the of nature as represented by the person of miss jones and there discovered the wonders of music and poetry such as he openly to have done indeed we have here at last a measure of that great man s insight and feeling a love of art music poetry and the like such as has not previously been indicated by him and we hasten to make representation of our admiration and great debt that others too may not be deprived of this great privilege after this came more of the same gay with here and there a � reference to the great patron of the black arts and the pure joy that must have been his at thus being able to enjoy within the of hall the of the waters from a black throat it was a gentle satire not wholly for since the item had appeared in the and directed at the one man who could least a book about myself stand that sort of thing as he was to his personal dignity i was unaware that any comment had been made on my until about five in the afternoon by which time the afternoon of the past had been out several hours when i entered the office at five comfortable and at peace with myself in my new excited comment was running about the office as to what the old man would think and say and do now he had gone at two it appeared to the southern for luncheon and had not returned wait until he saw it oh me wouldn t he be who was reasonably nervous as to his own share in the matter was the first to approach and impress me with the of it all how savage the old man could be in any such instance just wait oh but hell be hot i bet as he talked the old man passed up the hall a grim and surly figure i saw my dramatic honors going a glimmering here i said to pretending a kind of innocence even at this late hour what s all this about f what s the row anyhow t didn t you see the in the post inquired gloomily it was his own that was troubling him no what about � why that criticism you wrote about the black they ve made all sorts of fun of it the worst of it is that they ve charged it all up to the old man i smiled a sickly i felt as if i had committed some great crime why had i attempted to write anything fine anyhow why couldn t i have been content and rested with a little praise f had i no sense at all t must i always be trying to do something great t perhaps this would be the end of me brought me the and sorrowfully and with falling i read it my toes curling my stomach seeming gradually to retire to my why had i done it im a about at i was th� k mj to the paper near the door which looked into the main city room in which was away i heard and then saw enter and walk up to the stout city editor he had a copy of the roughly in his hand aad on his face was gathered what seemed to me a dark did you see this mr i heard him say looked up then closely and respectfully at the tea he said l don t think a thing like that ought to appear in paper s a little bit too high flown for our audience 