Los Angeles daily herald., 1874-09-17
A NEW CORRESPONDENT.
A visit TO the Cam
Old Friends &c Lou Lewis" and
Cory -EspOndent'' A FOretaste--
Hot Coffee and u Rush for Home.

"COry- A FOretaste--
Hot Coffee and Rush for Home.
EDITOR HERALD: Last Sunday nv
latest sworn friend, yclept Guy, pro-
posed that he and jump on the train
and see how things were thriving out
at the camp-groun Is. Consenting, we
procured excursion tickets, took seats,
and in half an hour or SO stepped from
our comfortable quarters to the plat
form of the Los Nietos depot. We
met our friend Jim with his delightful
team already waiting for us; so in we
hoped, thinking what fine thing it
was to have Santa Monica acquaint-
ances who wouldn't forget one. Dur
ing the drive had serious apprehen-
sions that the Los Nietos landowners
might bring suit against us for the
large amount of real estate we were
swallowing.
ARRIVING AT THE GROUNDS,
We found that services had already
begun, and the congregation engaged
in prayer; so we stood outside the ar
Dor for a few moments, till presently
Guy gave US q nudge in the side, and
said, "By Jove! There's Lou Lewis
wonder if he is going to bore the pub
lie with any more of his egotistical
letters ?" Turning round as directed,
hnh ixyt, of
glasses, sidewhiskers and much stove
pipe. "Well," said I, $50 that's
LOU is it? He's entirely too
to be the author of such -" Just
caused cessation of further talk on
that subject, and before me stood my
old friend L.-He and l used to be
great chums at college, you know,
so we were mutually surprised and
delighted at the meeting. After chat
ting pleasantly for five or ten minutes,
he excused himself and started off
to get something to eat so he said;
how true that was | do not know The
last saw of him he was wandering
Gabriel, with
a COUPLE OF CITY GIRLS.
Reliable individual, that chum Of
mine. The very idea of deserting an
old shool-mate, just because he don't
happen to have two good looking girls
with him! But I'll square it with him
some day. Trust me for that. Again
came that nudge of Guys and he
whispered: There's Cory, the one
that writes such exquisite poetry.
Let's move around to where he sits, and
Tll introduce YOU" But quietly de-
clined, remarking that [ didn't care
about being caught in the relentless
grasp of any correspondent "Sour
grapes" said Guy, "you'd write in a
minute if you only could" That hit
produced this outburst, Mr.. Editor;
good thing for the cause of literature,
wasn't it? Well l always did say
that Guy was made to benefit
humanity, but to think he should
have pursued this course. Who
would have dreamed it? After while
we went around and got some
roast meat and sweet pota-
toes, and a fair country lass
prot1ered us piece of grape pie.
Even here, Guy, the irrepressible,
gave us another of those horrid
thumps, and in self-defence we lis
tened: "Say, Reg, don't you think
they have camp-meeting out at these
hot places just for effect? It's giving
us gentle foretaste of what we may
expect if" But just then he swal-
lowed a mouthful of scalding coffee,
and with one
ACCOUNTING GROAN,
Leaped from the bench and cleared
the inclosure. OF course l followed
him, not knowing what rash act he
might commit, and came up to him
on his way to the depot, muttering
vows of vengeance. CoaXing did no
good, so left him in his solitude and
misery. Next time, perhaps, he'll
know better than to make any such
unlicensed remark; but he's a good
fellow-this Guy of mine, and means
no harm-none in the world.
Haven't | said quite enough about
the gossip of the day, and wouldn't
you be much Obliged if i stopped? /
think so. | did intend to describe a
certain charming scene that occurred
in the return cars; how certain little
blond sat up in the corner and talked
sweet to certain little black-eyed
beauty-but L won't do it now. So,
till our next escapade, we are
Yours, REGINALD THORNTON.
Los Angeles, Sept. 10th.