The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1882-04-07

A Poetical Production Which the Editor was
"Onto."

| "Onto.D
II hardly know where to Begin" she
said, family. the bushes mounting to
her forehead and her long lashes sweep
ing her crimson cheeks.
Compose yourself" said the manag-
ing editor, encouragingly, slipping his
pipe behind his ear and dropping his
pen down a rat-hole; ''take plenty of
time and chair. How can we be of
service to youp'
timidly, flashing her glorious eyes at
him for an instant, and dropping them
in the rosy sea of bushes that again
surged up toward her brow.
''Don't let them alarm you," murmur-
ed the editor, soothingly. "They all are
at this season of the year. Six verses,
of coursep'
Eyes, just SIX" she replied, gaining
courage from his smile.
Certainly. That's the average The
first begins, How somber is the winter
time! and you make it rhyme with
'sleigh-bells' chime of course. Iunder-
stand it, Don'tbe frightened. There is
no danger"
'You are very good" smiled the beau
tiful mouth.
mot at all. Let me see; the second
verse commences, Then tender flakes
drift slowly down. and for the rhyme
you take, The earth so bare and brown
A beautiful idear'
81 think So" returned the fair girl,
showing her dimples. IL was going to
put something about frown' or town.
but l like the sentiment of brown best.
Don't youp"
"By all MEANS" agreed the editor.
"And it's much more fashionable this
winter. We used to get some towns
and now and then frown,' but they
are out of date now. The third verse
describes The merry, laughing, rosy
boys with their sled, and works in with
the Meier forgotten fireside joys 1
think"
1T does" she replied, referring to her
manuscript, 'and it speaks of Bright
eyed, blushing, smiling girls which
and sunny curls.' 1 think that idea is
quite lofty" and her radiant face took
on tint of sweet anxiety as she looked
for an Endorsement of her opinion.
Couldn't get along without it," as
serted the editor. "That is the keynote
Now, your fourth stanza opens-Ah! Is
the city editor therep'
Eyes SIR" responded the functionary.
How does the fourth verse of winter
open this season."
II think it is The trees bend low with
fruit of snow,' isn't itp'' suggested the
city editor.
mo, no. That's poetry. mean the
regular laglallypop! How does No. 4
commencep"
"Oh, know what you mean. The
graceful skaters smoothly glide"
That's itn' said the managing edit
or, ''and that makes room for The
merry children softly slide That's
itr'
The first line is right; but / don't
think the second is" she argued, with
an enchanting shade of doubt in her
face.
''Oh! yes, it is" insisted the city
editor. ''You look at the poem and
see."
Upon my word, you are rightr' she
admitted, glancing at the verse. II
thought il was something else.''
''Of course" smiled the managing
editor.
''Then the fifth stanza charges us TO
not forget the starving poor, that beg
their way from door to door, doesn't
it?''
mo STRIP she exclaimed, with a flash
of triumph in her eyes. "That's the
sixthr'
s.She's right about that" said the
city editor gravely.
II guess that's So" conceded the
managing editor. ''You see I've been
sick for day or two and I've rather
lost the run of the verses. The fifth is:
AT night around the blazing fire, we
watched the sparks leap higher and
higher Am 1 right nowp"
"Yes, sir! Oh, yes, sir!' beamed the
delighted girl. ''Would you-would
you like to publish the poemP' she ask
ed, growing more beautiful as her timid-
ity returned.
Certainly" answered the managing
editor, and he bowed her gracefully to
the door.
"What shall / do with itp' asked the
city editor as his chief handed it to him.
ooh, make n running, long-hand ac-
count of it and stick it among the death
notices. You'd better look after your
local form, for 1 see they have got a
cock-fght mixed up with the Friday
evening prayer meeting"
And the managing editor dipped his
pipe in the ink preparatory to the evo-
luton of an article upon 1.-THE prevail
ing disposition of critics to crush true
genius. "-Brooklyn Eagle.