The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-09-27
The New Reporter.

They got a new reporter on the
Etanwood Palladium the other day
He was . youg man ~ith high fore.
head; hair parted in the middle and
dreamy, poetic eyes. He was Just
from college and knew he could make
. success Is q journalist, because be
had written several short stories for
Godey's Lady's Book and other journals
devoted to reli.ble family articles on
American scenery. He remarked to
the editor that "Ouida" was the only
novelist whose style was really worth
imitsting. and that there was soft
idyllic charm about William Blacks
books that was simply ininitable.
The editor said that he shouldn't
wonder and then sent the new man
down to see what was going on at the
Police Court. The following review OF
the first case was handed in later:
.Biddy McGinnis. did you strike the
defendant with the beer jug. asked
his Honor, ss . woman with a red
shawl and nose took the stand.
The soft summer zephyr rustled the
paper on the dusty desks. Through
the open window came the distant
chirp oil the bobolink from the sunny
meadows fragrant with the scent Of
Just mown hay. I'll not be desavin'
yer Honor. / gave him the full Of my
Est in the eye. CUR
FROM the fresh hedgerows and
white fecked clover mead. stretching
beyond the roadside fence foated the
delicate breath of the honeysuckle and
trailing. subutus. A huge bum
BILE bee droned lszily across the win
dow. carrying is golden store OF rifi''d
sweets
It's the lie she guy me that begun it,
the dhirty old cat. remarked Nj. Hook.
ham, from his seat. Its not the 6rst
illigant dance she's brnk up wild her
ructions entirely, 30 it isn't
The Judge wiped his cardinal red
brow, and his gaze wandered out
through the checkered squares of sun
light that drifted down from the idly
string leaves Of the maple trees 10
where the hazy outlines of the far of
hills melted into the blue evanescent
mist Of the evening sky. The dying
sun threw q great tender Hood OF
purple light over the slowly reddening
expanse, and, in the middle distance,
an implacable white crag lifted its cool
gray forehead to the slow coming
dew.
The whole gang of em were drunk
bilin. drunk. yer Honor said Officer
Grablcy. The woman's been up
twenty one times already
Il was the clear. mellow note of the
quail in stubble that the freshening
breeze brought family but sweetly to
their ears. mingled with the answering
twitter Of the moth-pursuing orioles,
flashing through the dim orchard open
ings and off into the gathering shad-
Ows.
Its lie. yer Honor; it's only nine
teen times-divil . wan more
BY this time the solemn, slow clouds
had piled themselves 10 far reaching
sinister shape above the bloody level Of
the slain and dying day. At their sum
init two stcadfast star eyes came out to
see. ~ though in tho far erayness Of
remote antiquity some sphinx-like calm
bent again with stolid and unremorse.
full gaze above his fresh murdered
kin.
six months. said the Judge. Next 7
That night the new reporter disap-
peared. and has not been heard Of up
to date. The fact that the editor of the
Palladium has been going round with
red spots on his cuffs ever since is con-
sidered both significant and reassuring
by his subscribers.