The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1875-01-19
The Nevada Jenkins--A Leas in His
History.

Says the Chicago Tribune: The
fashion reporter of an Austin CITY. Ne.
vada paper, describes the belle of the
masquerade ball III the following as
founding language:
1.-The most gorgeous, stunning, high.
toned, richest, fastest.classist, incest or
any other adjective for costume in the
'out'fit,' was that worn by Miss Fran
kie Clarke. She was the hifalutinist.
gayest and galushest-dressed gal in the
room. She appeared in the room as
page, and She was page that any man
would leave another to read. Both in
costume ard action she was as perfect
as big sunfowcr.''
A. couple of days after the appear.
ance Of the notice, into the editorial
room of the paper stalked a young
man. His brow was wrapped in thun.
der, his body in a suit of tweed, and
his hand clasped a big lump of hickory.
He pulled paper out of his pocket,
and pointing his finger to the para
graph, said: 81 want to see the man
as wrote that 'ere.'' II am the indi-
vidual,' replied the person. "What
did yer 60 and do it for? that's what
I'd like ter Know 80, because I
thought you'd like to sec your girl
made out one Of the most bewitching
females that was ever set on earth to
keep man from his hash and drive
balmy sleep from his pillow snow
look here. Ever since that was pub
lished can't get word out of her.
She sets in front of the lookin' glass.
and keeps gain on herself, and max .
in squint eyes at herself, and pukerin' ,
up her mouth, and actin as if she was
a blasted sight bettcr'n anybody else.
[ want this ere thing fixed, or therc'll
be an editors situation vacant He
looked Significant; at the club. For
moment the reporter stood in pro.
found thought; then his face brighten
cd, and he said: I'LL fix it in next
weeks paper. After you've seen the
the next issue, call and tell me the re-
suit. The young man left. In the
next weeks paper appeared the follow
ing paragraph:
"A Correction.-We made a grave
mistake in our issue Of last week. In
our description Of the masquerade
ball, we accidentally substituted the
name of Miss Frakie Clarke for that of
Miss George Waller. Any one who is
acquainted with the first named lady
must have discovered the error. 1t is
true that she appeared for what was in
tended as page, but she looked gooj
deal more like bootblack in hard
luck. She is not good looking, her &C.
tons were absurd, and every man IN
the room kept as far from her as posi-.
bic. She thinks Of moving oat of this
community, as it's unapprcciative.
When she goes she will be escorted out
of the town by brass band. The PEG.
pie of Austin will gladly miss her from
among them.''
The next day the young man en-
tered the office. In his hand he bore a
rifle. and his left was ornam ented with
a big six-shooter and tremendous
bowe knife. He sailed up to the re-
porter. 81 look warlike, don'tI? I
don't feel bit like fghtin'. you bet.
You jest oughter have seen her when
she read that correction. Why, she
jest danced ajig with madness, and she
sot down and cried, and then she come
up and threw her arms around my
neck, and said, arthur, do you love
meg You bet your best bonnet on
that said l. well, never expect me
to speak to you again, if you don't go
and kill the Teller vat writ
that SANDER. In course I
promised. And here l am to kill you.''
He laughed long and heartily. After a
time he quoted down, and the reporter
said: 81 suppose in order to make it
all right between you and your girl,
I've got to become a corpse. III do
it, Sit there a minute, and I'll fix
the business He sat down at a desk
and scribpled away for few minutes,
and then returned with sheet of pa
per on which YVES written:
"OB1ruAEy.-It grieves US to be COM
PEELED to announce the sudden death of
Mr.. Chas. Keller, the young and tall
entcd fashion editor. In a moment of
mental alteration he had slandered an
estimable, accomplished and beautiful
young lacy OF tnlS city, named
Miss frankie Clakc. Yesterday her
bet'othed called at this office and asked
for the author Of the SANDER, and,
when he discovered him, shot him dead
on the spot. This paper will be una bic
to give fashion gossip hereafter. We
find it impossible to fill the place left
vacant by Mr.. Keller. Though cratic,
he was a man of kindly heart, and
could listen more attentively to stale
stories, and drink more bad whisky
than any man in Austin. r. I. p"
'That's your sort,' said the infuri.
ated lover. t'That's the thing to a
I. Come along. Mr.. Corpse, and this
g. little lightning.'' The lad was sat-
isfied when the paragraph appeared in
the next issue of the paper, her lover
was regarded as a hero, and the Austin