Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-08-18
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sob myl Is this the place ?"
a good. looking young lady stood in tn,
door of the editorial rooms and looked
carefully around the apartment.
want to see an editor" she continued
the one that writes those lovely article!
IN the Sunday papers about satin de Lyor
VIII be much worn this fall, and 'Capt
May fashionables do not consider striped
bathing suits fashionable and all thoss
other sweet editorials about people who are
going away for the summer, and everything
like that, you know"
guess you are looking for the society
editor, said the horse reporter. "He is
oas just now, but if yeu want to know
when Goldsmith Maid trotted in 2:i6I. o,
what the two-mile record was in 1872. j
could tell you all about it. What was il
you wanted to see the society editor
about ?"
well, !" said the young lady, az really
hate to tell you about this matter. but
mamma said the best way would be to 90
right to newspaper and see what had
better do, because ever since papa died we
haven't had any man to put US right about
such things, and mamma thinks Just as |
do, that In case like this man would be
ever 80 much more apt to decide right ON
what was best to do, because women. YOU
know, always let their feelings run away
with their Judgment, and frequently make
mistakes IN matters that perhaps affect
their whole future existence. told
mamma that it seemed awfully queer TO
me TO talk to strange man about any such
thing as this, but she said editors were
persons OF great experience, and since dear
papa was dead it would be a good deal bet
ter to find out what some man of experi.
ence thought about it before l went anv
further"
Were you able to talk when papa hid
the last hurdle?" inquired the horse re.
porter.
"Oh, yes Twas nearly nine when he
died"
Your father must have left a large
property"
Well, he did," replied the girl: "but
what made you think SO ~
ooh, nothing" replied ST. Julien's
friend; "only l have noticed that lucky
men are generally rich"
Well, of course don't know ANYTHING
about that, said the young lady. "But
anyhow mamma thought I had better see
some OF you gentlemen about my affair.
am In love, You know, with a young man,
and We are corresponding right along, but
ne doesn't seem to progress any about
what L am thinking about, you know, and
mamma says that probably my letters aren't
quite tender enough, and it seemed to me
that an editor ought to know about any,
thing like that"
Did you ever try the blanks. between.
the-stars racket ?" asked the horse re.
porter.
1.-THE what?"
1.-The blanks between-the stars racket.
That's daisy, and unless the young fel.
low IS pretty lily the chances are that YOU
will land him on the first throw. l have
seen some pretty wise young men 90 against
that deadfali and get caught-not dry
goods clerks or any such tissue paper ducks
as these, voc know, but boys that had been
cut after o'clock for several consecutive
nights, and were supposed to be right in
the front end of the procession all the
time"
" I'm sure don't know what you mean"
said the young lady, "but l will try
this -
Racket" suggested the reporter.
Racket" continued the Young lady.
=" If you will tell me about it"
"Well, said the horse reporter, "the
next time you write to Ethelbert. or what
ever his name is, you just give it to him
strong about the deathless passion that your
heart holds for him-a heart that has never
before known what it was to be tortured by
doubts and fears that the one on whom the
priceless treasure of its love was set might
prove unfaithful to that love, unworthy of the
trusting heart which gave it birth. This will
wake him up pretty well, and then is the
time to find out where he lives. Say that
without his love life would be an arid waste
upon whose burning sands lay the whited
skeletons of Love and Hope. That the days
on which no letter comes from him are as the
blanks between the stars-seeming all the
more dark and cherries because of the
brightness on either side"
Do you think that would have the de.
sired result :" asked the girl.
81 it doesn't, replied the horse reporter,
you are lucky to lose him. "-[Chicago
Tribune.