St. Landry democrat., 1882-01-14
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Club.

- fffe Madi, we TnOdestfy called our
seltes5 Wei We're ia club Of young liz
erary aspirants and, as nearly every
Magian'' had articles in print, held
our heads pretty high. After fifty years
experience I've come to think that no
such obnoxious creature lives as man
rehearsing, socially, his public role Ct
journalist, punster or critic; but then It
seemed fine thing to scintillate sparks
of ones latest magazine brilliancy, in a
friendly way, upon ones fellow immor-
tails. we had only 4 single member
who was absolutely without literary pre-.
tensionxtsHe got i'm because Wasspresy>
ident and had introduced Mmthat,
too, Just at moment when an initiation
lee Vas vel 5nde. Ned Deniston was
his i1aff1e1Aa chap out from England for
ii YorksllireEfirm correspondents ofSthe
house where was serving restless
term at bookkeeping, being meanwhile
eaten up with longings after authorship.
Well, Deniston was our stupid, good
natured fellow, who spoke little, being
pverawed by our accomplishments, but,
as he said: s.Thout it foin t hear clever
chaps discussin'.'' ,sa 90 8
Y One night we voted prize for the
best original story. A silver cup was
decided upon, and the subscriptions
footed up so literally that the confidence
of each Individual Magain in his own
powers was clearly set forth. The even
ING came for the competition, and
Phipps, a reporter on the I7run,peter,
led off with an anecdote about darky.
The mimicry of negro dialect set Deni-
son laughing SO fatteringly long and
loud that Phipps condescended to open
conversation with him, asking when he
expected to return to England.
ssAboot t back end G. next week, !"
says Deniston; whereat the fellows
roar and Deniston innocently joins in,
remarking:
Eyes; that was foonny tale ABBOTT
darky, and weel told, too-weel told. y
The cup stood in the middle of our
great table, just before my presidential
chair. It glistened with snowy chasing,
bore an inscription beginning arde,atia
gerba, and, for the occasion, was filled
with flowers. .4fE IL
Next followed little Hopkinson, a
Young journalist, the mildest man
among us, withthe description of MUIR
derin city den; tragic it was, soaked
in the dregs of crime and CHASTITY with
the lights of the staion~house.
sThat is a reel horrid tale" ex-
claimed Deniston.. 81 whoap it's not
true" f4tA
Hopkinson produced a police report,
written up by himself. in an old copy OF
his paper q prof Of hisstries adherence
to facts.
The club set up sort of derision, but
Deniston read the article and an
nounced: .s.i.'..., .,@s.,5 ss..f.
..It's a. here ftprint, true as gospel. -
"Poor old Denl''d sai1I.f ''Now, Or
der, and the next. ]"
1t proved q catch from Tom Smart.
An old farmer, on a Sound steamer,
about returning to his home in the hills
of Vermont, was arrested on the charge
Of passing counterfeit money. He swore
that he was innocent, and implored Tom
Smart to see safely to her home ''her as
lies in the state-room thar, sir" Tom
gave the homely pathos Of the old man.
parting words: ''Take care on her. sir:
see her safe home. She was kinder
run deoun. yer see, an | brlng her ter
York ter git her doctored up, an neouW
she's purifier nor ever. Take care on
her. sir; git her home, an Heaven bless
YER
After much sentiment and artistic mis-.
leading Tom says:
sThere. reposing on the state-room
couch, bathed in q glorious sunset light n,
that filled the air with visions, found
- Here he pauses and looks around.
"Old mans pretty daughter" says
Deniston, eagerly anddeeply interested.
Smart doesn't stop for guesses from
us older hands, but shrewdly ends BY
II found the old man's kitchen clock
and chucked the COMPOUNDED thing over
board ,sG. fEt4@,.tx
.so-so'' is the verdict Nobody
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