The enquirer southerner., 1874-05-15
The Annoyed E ditcr.

There is feature in the ncwspa-
per editors career, says the Dams
bury Neecs, which the pencil can
hardly do justice. 1t is when, as
the hour of no)n is about to strike,
a stranger appears in the sanctum,
and making his name known, is in
vited to sit down. IT is a country
office, remember. The country ed
itor-in common with all members
Of his professionals addicted to
hollowness of stomach about this
hour. He looks nervously from the
clock to the stranger, who having
dropped il few interesting hin:s
about the weather, has settled back
with a view to making a pleasant
and mutually advantageous call
He wants his dinner brdly. 1t
won't do to go without taking the
stranger along, and as he remem-
bers that the children were unusual-
lY cross i'll the morning and that
contem; lated set of new crockery
is not yet ordered, and cannot re-.
member of anything special having
been ordered for dinner, he SEES
quite plainly that it won't do to
take him home with him. His an
swers are necessarily brief and wan
dering: lie looks at the clock,
then at the stranger, but finding
him still settled, he falls to shaking
the papers on the desk, becomes
preternarurally engrossed in the
study Of the back OF an envelope
su ldenly recally hilnselF--seeks the
cock again, and inyoluntarily
sights.
L hope I ain'c bothering you
any, says the stranger, crossing
his legs.
20, no, gasps the publisher.
Pretty busy all the time, | sup
pose?' says the stranger, taking
out his tooth pick, and swapping it
across his thumb.
| 'Well-no' 'h-not--very, he re-
| plies, with CHASTITY attempt at o
| smile.
Another silence follows. The
stranger picks his teeth, the clock
ticks omlnously, the papers on the
desk rattle spasmodlcally, and the
editor witches as if be was sitting
on a base>burner. 1t is half past
twelve, and visions of several clans
orous children, and a waiting and
impatient woman, and a cooling
dinner, makes the resemblance OF
the chair to base burner appear
most striking. The unhappy and
ravenously hungry man becomes
desperate, and that nervous that he
feels like crawling up through his
own scalp and jumping off. He
makes hasty eff,rt to smooth his
face into a glow of hospitality, and
turning 1T upon the visitor, he says 4:
i am about to 60 to dinner, and
would like to have your company,
if you Can put up with
And here the visitor hastily
strikes III Much obliged, I'm
sure, but | have an engagement to
dine at one o'clock, and only drops
ped in to pass away the time
The hungry editor goes to his
dinner he doesn't skip along, but
he walks with thoughtful tread,
as if he was trying to devise some
extraordinary remedy for some ex~
trsordinary emer :ency.
A DAsHING FLIRT.-The dash>
ing flrt does very heavy execution.
She dances, rides, and talks with so
keen an Enjoyment in each that it
ir1parts itself to others; her interest
never flags, her tongue exemplifes
perpetual motion, and her overflow
ing animal spirits are as exhilara.
ting as a sea-bretze. She is ex-
ceedingIy imperious and houghty
and rules everybody connected with
her, from her mamma to her maid,
AMI from Captain Jones, whom sac
delights to honor, to little Johnny
Wilkins, who h,ngs about her and
devotediy performs her behe5ts for
weeks and weeks without receiving
kind word. But then, when she
does condescend, her kindness is sc
delightful that all her retainers.
from mamma and Aunt Lucy and
Captain Jones down, bask joyfuiIy
in the ''sun of sweet content.
Loyal Johnny wilkins fidelity and
deft execution of sundry command
are rewarded by a charming little
speech of recognition, and he is
most grateful and happy. She is q
person of great determination, does
as she likes best and possesses ar
insight into characters and motive:
which enables her "tO play upor
them, seems to know their stops
and sounds them from their loves
to the top Of their compass, ant
is gentle or stern, coaxing o.
: bullying, affecting or cold as he1
quick discrimination suggest.
Ambition.
That is the br4vesr ambtiol
which is vigorous enough to over
leap the little life here. The high
est aspiration seek not fame
Whatever we can do of good il
this world, with our faculties or
our affections, rises to God as hu
: manity's going of praise. Ami
l the million tongues ever joining t
3 swell the holy music of that song