The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-08-21
PLAYING EDITOR.

lline, tWenty-nltn OF June; nouf nall
past two; scene, balcony Of q popular
hotel; dramatiS perSonG, young gen.
tleman slipping glass of iced lemonade
with his feet on the railing. Above rose
the stately spires and steeples of the
neighboring buildings; below lay the
bustling panorama Of street scene, and
hither the eyes Of Clife Huntly, million.
aire, were dreamily bent. Twenty.
fifth Of June 7 he soliloquised at oppo.
site ends Of a yawn, 'Heigho, how time
passes away. June four years since
received that eventful birthday present
from Matte in the shape of a letter,
coolly informing me that our engage
ment was, on her part, merely little
filtration to pass away time; that she
could not endure poverty even with me;
that she must marry a rich man.
Hal hal was it an accident Iwonder,
or just recompense, that the next mail
brought the announcement that Uncle
jacques had died, leaving me sole heir
to his extensive property However, I
escaped mercenary wife. for was de-
ceived utterly. Fool that I was. I would
have staked my life that she was as pure
minded and guileless as an angel. But
bahi I have vowed never to speak or
think of her again, I'll 1un down and
see Hal Pixley, the editor. He is jolly
and entertaining, and will drive away
the blues.
Cliffe brought down his chair with an
emphasis which scattered the remainder
OF the lemonade over the balcony, and
started down the street.
''Gertie's Adventure'-old contribu-
tor-frst page. 'Autum Lsves'-or-
biography deficient--thGt goes into the
waste basket. 'The Lost'-Hello Hunt
ly'-'Noah, said the editor of the Re
vie,O to small boy in waiting, take
that pile Of papers of that stool and
give this gentleman seat. Fly around,
now.'
Now, don't distress yourself said
Cliffe. laEily; Shades of Nelphi what
perspiration you are in 7
DO ~ said Mr.. Pixley, rather CON
fusedly. well, business is pressing to.
day. But it appears to me that you are
looking unusually sober. Has anything
happened?'
Nothing, only this is my twenty
eighth birthday. / am getting old, you
know, said 0liHfe, tanning himself with
stray RevaeW.
so / should think said the editor
refectiyely. why, you will soon be an
old bachelor. Why don't you get mar
ried9'
Really, now, can't. The ladies are
all to good for me, replied Mr.. Huntly
modestly.
Nonsense That's all q prevarica-
tion. There are dozen of young la
dies Of my acquaintance who would be
only too glad ofa chance to become Mrs.
Huntly., There's Cora Adams, for in
stance; isn't she nice enoughr
Mice; indeed she is-charming.'
'And then there is Judge Della6eld's
daughter continued Mr.. Pixley, "a
beauty and an heiress. and as proud as
Luoiier.'
'And as cold as an iceberg. It freezes
me to think Of her, said Cliffe, turning
up his coat collar.
well, there's Kate williamson; she
has life enough, I fancy, suggested Mr..
Pixley.
"A hoidenish coquette. l tell you,
Hal, all the noble, true.hearted women
have gone out OF fashion, and the young
ladies Of to-day are mercenary class,
as grasping as Midas. Possibly, as you
say, any one OF the ladies mentioned
would become Mrs. Huntly for the ask
ing, but whyp Not for any good quail
tiles might possess, but simply for the
sake Of poor old Uncle jacques money,
said Clife with sneer which spoiled
half the beauty Of his dark face.
Nonsense, said Mr.. Pixley, making
diligent search for his pencil, which was
balanced nicely behind his left ear. AT
this rate you will become that most
abominable Of all mankind--a cynical
old bachelor.
But by the way, Cline, you don't
know what you escaped when your un-
ole left you that nice little million which
spoiled you for an editor
why sol' questioned Mr.. Huntly,
lifting his dark brows
'Oh, for great many reasons. One
has 80 many cares and vexations. For
instance, Ihsye been receiving contri.
butionslately from q young would be