Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1875-04-15
THE EDITORS CoURTsHIP.

Tho editor had lighted his cigar Just as tho
eyel light gmmering through his by no means
imma cnlate sanctnm" windows, indicated that
tho glorious orb Of day, somewhat obscnred in
fog and metropolitan sn,oke, WAS about to dis
appear behind. not exactly tho western hills,
but what cam, to tho same thing in a city, tho
western roofs aud chimney topa.
Kirl Ribbons, editor of the Weekly Sinner,
was a tall bright-lookins man of thirty years,
ono of those individuals whose very face and
features indic,to that they arc born to conquer
do3tiny. lIe had been worry successful
through life, brt it was because he had demand
oil SUCCESS with n courageous pcrsistency
u al would not bo dcniel Brownhaired, with
careless. wtvy locks, dropping low upon his
forehead, and dark-brown eyes, rersing upon
black, he was not handsome, yet tho eye rested
With pleasure upon his fnce and lis light editor
nj coat, somewhat worn on the elbows and shiny
at the seams, aud the velvet cap, tasselled and
braided with gold, he looked every inch tho ehiv-
alrous and fr,ink-hearted American. Or we
might phrase it gentleman" did We not secret
ly believe That the former title is far tho noblei
aud most comprehensive OF the two.
AZ we said befure Mr.. Rubens was jlst draw
ing the first fragrant inhalation of his imported
N tvana (knrl was particilnrin i'll choice of his
cigarA), when tho door opened softly, and a
whom he had met " score of times in the gas
lighted drawingrooms of ''society." whose beall-
ty he had worshipped afar Of. and whom he I'M
consciously associated in his mind with dia-
mDnds pearly silks and tulle dfaperies, looped up
with hothouso flowers
ITo Stated up, coloring. and thrnstins his
weed behind apilo OF "encyclopedias." ''Mlss
Ainslie!"
sam interrupting you, Mr.. Rubens?" she
asked softly.
'Intorriptug me Not tho least in tho
world i'll fact feel very much honored by-by
please take seat
Aud Karl tipped heap of unscssored news
paper of the nearest chair, drew it eagerly for
ward Blanche Aiiislie sat down, her pnlc-bluo
silk dress subsding round her like pillows of a
Miss Blanche Ainslie was very handsome, with
azure eyes, and bright tchestnut-brown han, while
her complexion, although rather pale, was clear
M ivory, and her features wero HI delicate as il
she had been Greek girl in the days of old
praxitees.
While Karl unconsciously noted these things
in his mind hn was marveling inwardly what
lucky chance had procured him this visit. Did
she mean to invite him to one of tho soirees of
her ltnces the rich old broker, or was some sur
prise party the tapis too exclusive for the Or
dinary medium Of cards or scented paper For
Mr.. ltubens rather prided himself upon the en-
trce he was beginning to gain within the en-
chantod portals of New York society. Almost
at the same moment Blanche looked up.
Yon are wondering what brings mo hero,
she said, half smiling.
"Whatever, it was, can Int thank tho oppor-
tuuity," Karl answered, with prompt gallantry,
although he could feel tho tell tale blood rising
to his check.
'And [ may as well tell you tho whole truth
at once" said Blanche, her voice faltering slight
y, and two red spots glowing out upon her toni
pies. "hIy uncle George failed last weel-and
we are going TO be very poor"
''Faed !" echoed Karl. "Snrely it cannot be
poIable-at leass-that ls, had not heard OF
ltm
1T is true nevertheless," said Miss Ainslie
''ani all the world will hear of it but too soon.
And. Mr.. Rlbens," she added in lower and
more hositsting voice, 81 must do something
for my support-either teach. sew, play COM
plnon to a sick lady, or earn my living in some
way not unbefitting gentleman's daughter; and
l have concluded to try and write for tho pa
per5."
"Indeed!" said Karl, not knowing what else te
say.
''Will you give mo chance in the columns OF
the Shner?' she asked with evident effort. ~
believe | could write AZ good stories as some OF
those you publish and pay for.
-. Nj. lkNhpuA was aoyeIy puzzled what to say