The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1881-05-20
HOW HE HELPED HER.

lady, timidly, as the exchange editor
handed her a chair, Il have composed q
few verses, or partially composed them,
and | thought y GU might help me finish
them, and then print them. Ma says
they are real nice rs far as they 60 and pa
takes the Eagle every day.
She was handsome creature, with
beautiful blue eyes, and u crowning
glory as yellow as golden rods. There
was an excellent look on her face, a
hopefullness that appealed to the hottest
emotions, and the exchange editor made
up his mind not to crush the longing of
the pure heart, if he never struck anoth-
or lick.
'May show you the poctry?'' con-
tinued the ripe, red mouth. "You will
see that l couldn't get the last lines of the
verses, and if you will please be so kind
as to help me-"
Help her! Though he had never
even read line of poetry. the exchange
editor felt the spirit of the divine art
flood his soul as he yielded TO the be-
wildering music.
Help her! Well he should smile.
The first verse runs like this" she
went on, taking courage from his eyes:
"IIow softly sweet the Autumn air,
The dying woodland 1lls,
And nature turns from restless care"
ITO anti-billious pills!'' added the ex-
change editor, with jerk. "Just the
thing. 1t rhymes, and it's so. You take
anybody now. Halt the people You meet
arc"
81 suppose you know BEST interrupt
cd the young girl. Il hadn't thought of
it in that way, but you have Il better idea
of such things. Now the second verse
is more like this:
The dove-eyed kline upon the moor
look tender meek and sad.
While from the Valley comes the roar
"Of the matchless liver pad ~ roarcd
the exchange editor There YOU get il.
That finishes the second so as TO match
the first. 1t combines the fashions with
poetry and carries the idea right home
TO the fireside. 1t only | had your abil-
ity in starting verse, with my genius
in winding it up, I'd quit the shears,
and open in the poetry business to-mor-
row."
Think so?" asked the fair young
lady. 1T don't strike me rs keeping up
the theme"
you don't want 10. You must break
the theme here and there. The reader
keep up the theme il gets monotonous"
perhaps that So" rcioined the beauty,
Frightening up. al didn't think of that.
Now I'll read the third verse;"
Glow sadly drops the dying day.
As night springs from the glen,
And morning twilight seems To say
THE old mans drunk again.''
wouldn't do, would ity' asked the
exchange editor. "Somebody else wrote
that. might be accused of plagiarism.
We must have this thing original. Sup
pose we say-nOw, suppose we say:
~Why did | spout my BenI'
us that new" inquired the sweet
rosy lips. "At least, / never heard of ii
before. ] don't know what it means"
"Now? Deed it's new. Ben is the
Presbyterian overcoat, and spout means
TO hook. "Why did l spout my Ben 90
That's just what twilight would think
at first. o, don't be alraid-tIat's lust
immense ~
well I'll leave it to YOU" said The
girl, with smile that pinned the ex.
change editors heart TO his spine.
This is the fourth verse:
'sThc merry milkmaid's somhrc song
Re-ec hoes from the rocks
And silently she trips along"
with holes in both her socks, by
Jove!" cried the delighted exchange cd
itor. You Sec"
80, no, no?' demonstrated the blush
ing maiden. mot that
Certainly" protested the exchange
got 'em and you get fidelity to fact with
wealth of poetical expression. The
worst of poetry generally is, you can't
state things rs they are. Il amt like
prose. But there we've busted all the
established notions, and put up an actu
al existence with a veil of genuine poet
~ over it. l think that's The best idea
we've struck yet"
81 don't seem to look mt it as YOU do.
but of course you arc the best judge. Pa
thought l ought to say,
''As silently she trips along
In Autumn's meadow tracks"
Wouldn't that dof'
"Do! Just look at it. Does tracks
! rhyme with rocks? Not in the Brook
Iyn Eagle, it don't. Besides, when you
say tracks and rocks, yon give the i'm
preston of some fellow heavfnr things
| at another fellows head, who is search
| ing for safety. Socks, on the other hand,
| rhymes with rocks, and beauties them,
while it touches up the milkmaid, and
by describing her condition, shows her
to be a child OF the very Nature you are
| showing up"
81 think you are right" said the sweet
| angel, "Ill tell pa where he was wrong.
This is the way The fifth verse runs;
And close behind, the farmers boy
Thrills forth his simple tune:
And slips besides the maiden-''
"Apd splits his pantaloons! Done il
myself; know just exactly how it is. WHY
bless your heart, YOU
| Snip, snip, snip Paste. paste, paste.
But it is with a saddened heart that he
ships and pastes among his exchanges
now. The beautiful visitation that for
a moment dawned upon him has left
but the recollection in his heart of one
sunbeam in his life, quenched by the
| shower OF tears with which she de-
nounced him as NASTY brute" and
went out from him forever.