Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1879-11-22

it e pretty big ere before I'm done
with you. I'll sue you. III claim
three housand GatGages! I'll go
this very minute and consult Lawyer
Sharpe, you miserable, sneakin' hum
bug" rI
And he stamped ont, shaking his
fist at me to the last. ..f
was busy settling my coat collar
when I found myself confronted by a
tall, pale gentleman, with compressed
lips, and fixed, resolute expression
of counteuapce. 1t was young Sta
pies, VINO had been married day OF
two previous.
"'Sir! said la, in sharp and in
cisive tone, / demand an explan alton
of this most unparalleled outrage snd
iusult + - -.
''He pointed to the notice CT his
marriage in the ma, rilorisl depart
ment of the DAYS papsr l observed
nothin., remarkable until I came to
the description OF the brides dress:
"Tho lovely bride wa: simply and ele-
gantly atticed in short SKIRT of satin, over
which tcai!ed. in graceful folds, q long
rope loopcd With orshsc-1Owers. An ele-
gait pan depended from her waist-"
"The paper dropped from my pal
eied grasp. l scarcely darsd lock up
and meet tie glittsring eyes that
were fixed avengingly upon me"
"'Now, ai-,' he Kissed through his
set teeth, what have you to say to
thisP . .:
II explained as vel, rs I could, that
il was Lot my tsult. / assured him
that l had heen absent Tor two daye,
and had not until thst moment seen
the eaper. begged him to consid-
der thl;t no one ccald read thai NO.
tice, and not perce,ve that short
satin skirt, {. long robe, AMI an elssent
fan had beer the erau:slts attire of
the lovely ard accomplish 4 brids.
II begged him, as G token of ny re-
gret and regard, to ace opt years
subscription to the Clarion Call; and
I solemly assured him that | would,
with my own hand, severely chastiee
the miserable scoundrel whose dia-
bolical carelessness had been the o.
casion of the slight typographical er-
rors, which would probably &c, be
observed b. one reader IN a hundred. !.
. hiie I was vet 42eakine, 7 '92eame
&wara . A. iadiyidus. ,,itit 9al!i;i
coootenanee long, howing aalr, and
dark melancholy eyes now rolling 10
a rather singular manner, who push
ed his way past my door-keepers, and
advanced toward me with naughty
nien.
"'Sir + SAID he, I am Algernon By
ron Smythe. There is my card, sir !
You viii recognize me rs Poetic
contribute to It's various literary
journals and magazines, and also as
author of the poem which yon have
taken tire liberty to burlosqne IA to-
days issue OF your vulgar and pratt
cal paper. I demand to know, sir, by
what ri ght yeu presume to Eangle and
d:sfgure the productions OF a poet g
pom? How dare you attribute to me,
sir, the authorship Of such iiiotic driv-
el as thas 2
"Ee pointed to some stanzas in the
'Poets' Corner of the Clarion C.N,
and read aloud:
"The pigs hang rasping on the wall,
ihe ru1fles murmur meath the moon
And breathing incense-laden balm
Req noses blow i'll tune
"'Do you call that poetry sir 2 Do
you dare publicly hold me up az tbs
anthor of that drivel? Pigs" for
figs, ''rs.ps':g" for ytpensng, "rufes"
for ripples and he crowning outrage
OF all, that last exqu.sitels delicate
and beautiful, lice, "Red roces blow
in June, transformed, degraded, vul-
CARRIED into what you have made Of
it. By tas sacred stars above, sir, l
will hold you accountable for this
"And | will break bis eternal idi-
otic skull for hirn" shouted red
headed rcan rushing in, and thrusting
q huge Est il my face. Look here,
sir! didn't desire you to advertise
for two hundred bushels of oats? ?
Thon, why in the name of everything
infamous and imbeciic, did you in
form the public that l would pay the
highest price for two huadred bushels
Of cots ? Yes, Err, catsI It ism an
hour since. gong to my feed-atore, I
found a man there with twelve cats
in a ohi2ken-coop, and thrae old wo-
msn, each with pair Of 9ats for sale !;
to say nothing oe an innumerable pro-
cession of hoys, with CATS of all col
ors and sizes, to be disposed of at the
highest price; and when I declined
to purchase them, their owners lei
them all looce in my Office. Think of
that, sir! think of what you have
brought upon me by your low, vile,
disgraceful tricks, you grizzly-headea
old idiotl' ...
"By this time I really had no power
to think. l was bcwilierei. dizzy,
confused. I was CONSCIOUS Of a tall
man, in velveteen sfeoting-j JACKIE.
-t,"l,- de- ndil5 Of re f'hetncr i
LAD .7r''te@ mot not Of % LuaEna
PARRY >l l-a pre-. jas lay? and
whether it Was l who had asserted
that he, Captain George Jones, had
shot a peasant? and how dared /