Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1872-03-05

rapid succession ITO the editor of the Cigare
Sir: One of your contributors asserts that
Remus died in the year 1853 b. c.; the correct
date of that historical event is -" "Sir:
am surprised to see one of your contributors, in
abiding to the death of Remus, appears to
put faith in the existence of that parsonage.
Surely he must b9 aware that" "Sir, that
the long exploded fallacy as to the death of
Remus should have found a place in your col
umns strikes me as being in every way depora-
bic q" 81 wish TO heaven" breaks out NJ. Tar
tine, that Remus-whafs the matter now p
This is to the of1ce-boy, who has come back
scared, to say that the gentlemen outside refuse
to go away, and have sent in theircards. NJ. Tar
tine chances at the pasteboards; they are those
of officers on the staff, and the words, "atfaire
d honneur are penciled in the corner CT one OF
them. Needs must when honor drives, and the
gentlemen are introduced. III these delicate
matters it is better to speak plainly and at once
begins the bluffest of the military men IN
voice that makes the window panes rattle. An
insult has been offered, and either Il full apology
or a reparation by arms must be the alterna-
tive" But what insult has been otferedP IN
QuireS nonpluSsed NJ. Tartine. DO you call
this no insult, Sir?" sings ont the military man,
thrusting back number of the Cigare under
NJ. Tartine's face and flashing lightning from his
ewes: and he reads: "rhere is no Disgusting
that ever since they have been put into their
new jackets with fur round the collars the Off
CcIS OF IlG SIsu uiSpldN uAiOit lLhNhNoo
to tropical red-legged and rufy bird, called the
Soudou goose" "But didn't write that" pro-
tests NJ Tartine "But you're the editor, Sir,
and at a moment when the army have just saved
society by sitting lawlessness and piunder, you
deserve TO be held responsible for all statements
calculated 10 bring the service into ridicule."
"Well then, | am responsible retorts NJ. Tar
tine eXasperated. 'Let it be what You please
swords, pistols or blunderbusses; my friends are
NM. Plumeau and de Liuea, whom you will find
alone till O'Clock" 1--WE are not bent upon a
duel" puts in one of the officers-he is louder
of speech than the other: ''an apology will serve
us" "No," shouts NJ. Tartine, impatient more
at the tone of his interocutiOn than at the de-
mand, 81 will retract nothing; endorse TO the
full all my friends sentiments about the Soudan
goose. 1t was well said gentlemen, and
make personal matter of it. l wish you a
good morning" After this there remains moth
ing but to make freezing bows all round, which
is done, and Nj. Tartine is left once more alone.
But not for long. Once again the printer APP
pears: at is one O'Clock, sir, and we really must
have some COPY" NJ. Tartine, with glazing
eyes, makes a dart at a blue envelope. "This is
fromJules Siff1ot; know his hand and it's his
turn to write the cbrORique to-day" He breaks
the seal aud reads "My dear Tartine-I am
extremely sorry, but the sudden illness of an
aunt Il am her heir, which makes it impor-
tant,) calls me out of town for a day or two.
Try and do without me to-day if you possibly
can. Emotion prevents me from writing sin
gle line other than these few to acquant you
with my misfortune Yours sc. "Ths is
pretty business" means NJ. Tartne, and wildly
he snatches up one after the other all the en-
velopes thar are of bulky aspect. In quick sue
cession the parcels of copy in them litter the
floor; until at last NJ. Tartine, whose blood is at
212 deg. Fahrenheit, lights upon the article of
gentleman who evidently wrote his etfuSiOn in
vein of GOODNESS nearly similar. "PrRtorian-
ism &c fIn vol 40
that we should have waded through half
dozen revolutions to find ourselves now more
than ever under the spurs of an arrogant SOL
dery, who" ayes, that's it-arrogant sol
diery" eXclaims NJ. Tartine, delighted; CHATS
the very term. This mans article goes in where
Sfflot's cbrOniqUe should have stood Here,
off with it TO the press" Aud he hands it fut-
tering to the printer. That functionary exam
ines the last page. mo signature, sir and |
don't know the writing" "Neither do ]" says
NJ. Tartine, burrowiug among the papers on the
hoor; There was letter with it, which | can't
find. But what matters2 Ill sign it myself;
honor the man who penned it," And he does
sign. The printer, Struggling his shoulders, de-
parts and makes room once again for the
office boy. ''It you please, sir" snvels that
youth, keeping half his body behind the
door, for the editor pro tenn is really
looking ferocious-"if you please, the la
dies outside say they mont go, and both of
them are coming in!" M. Tartine starts up
with an expletive which there is no necessity to
recall; but at the same instant he stands silent
and admiring, for the foremost of the two ladies
has thrown up her vail, and he has recognized
one of the fairest actresses in Paris. That lady,
however, seems by no means so pleased with
him as he with her. an. Tartine," she gasps
you have dramatic critic who is not worth
the rope it would cost to hang him. Did one
ever see such passage as this, printed yester-
day-yesterday | say! Do you hear meO
And tearing the paper in her eagerness to un-
fold it with her tightly-gloved little hands she
screams: "He accuses me Of having false hair,
and further on he suspects my teeth are sham.
False hair and teeth! Nothing less. All, now,
just you lOokp And before the dnmb-Stricken
Nj. Tartine can divine he intention, off goes her
bonnet, and down streams her hair in brilliant
cascades over her shoulders. SIS it false" she
cries in triumph, catching hold of the Journal
lists hand and thrustng it into the Silkeu mas
SEES. "And these--are they false2" adds she,
pressing his fingers to her teeth. evil you
answer, sir? are they false?" mo" cries NJ.
Tartine, 81 would swear it before Il the world"
well, then, sit down there and write a hand
some apology, TO be printed this very day"
says the actress, as she begins TO do up her hair
half laughing, hafangry; and seeing NJ. Tartine
sit down, she adds with coaXinG peremptoriness;
"And look here; you can point out what a
curmudgeon my manager is In giving me such
a small salary, and warn him that the Russians
will be bidding for me or the English, and win
ming me, TOO, if he is not more LIBERAL"
The next day the editor returns, and on going
down to the Office NJ. Tartine finds him, pale
but evidently resigned. A writ has Just been
brought in from the governor of Paris inter-
dieting the sale of the Cigare in the public
streets in consequence of an article headed
"Pratorianism." Notice Of an action for libel
has Just been sent in from the manager of
theatre; and the Cigare has been accused of
venality by three morning papers because of a
paragraph on the "Oyster-shell Jont-stock
Utilizati on Company" "And that is not ALL"
remarks NJ. Tartine grimly, when this chapter
Capt. Spadasse, of the staff, with swords When
next you go out of town pray don't ask me to
edit the Cigare. Once in a ways enough" 81
think so, too" answers the editor.-PaH Null