Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-04-06
Winter Poetry.
A Poetical Production Which 'hs Editor va,

a Toeucdi FiSnncnon Which fsS hdlfor was
| ~ 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 a chair. How can we be of
service to you?'
''Its about winter" she answered.
timidly, flashing her glorious eyes at
him for an instant. and dropping them
IN the rosy sea OF bushes that again
| surgcd 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 course?"
"Yes, 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-bclis' chime, of cou Sc. lunder-
stand it. Don'tbe frightened. There is
no danger
''Iou are very good" smiled the beau
| tiful mouth.
moi 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 idea,n
II think So returned the fair girl,
showing her dimples. II was going to
put something about 'frown' or town.
but l like the sentiment of brown best
Don't your
"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are out of date now.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 'Ne'er forgotten iireside joys i
| think
ut does, +" she replied, referring to her
manuscript, land it speaks of Bright
| eyed. blushing, smiling girls which
naturally gave rise to 'Dimpled cheeks
| and sunny curls.' | think that idea is
| quite lofty" and her radiant face took
on tint of sweet anxiety us she looked
''Couldn't get along without it," as
serted the editor. That is the KEYNOTE
Now, your fourth stanza opensAh, Is
the city editor there?''
Eyes SIR responded the functionary
How does the fourth verse of winter
open this season.
Il think it is The trees bend low with
fruit of snow isn't it9" suggested the
city editor.
mo. no. That's poetry. | mean the
regular laglallypop! How does No. 4
commenced"
'Oh. know what you mean. The
graceful skaters smoothly glide"
That's itr' said the managing edit
or. land that makes room for The
merry children softly slide That's
| it,
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, il is insisted the city
! editor. "Iou look at the poem and
| see
Upon my word. you are right" she
| admitted. CHANGING ut the verse. Il
| thought ii 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 SIR she exclaimed, with flash
of triumph in her eyes. That's the
SIXTH
"Shes right about that" said the
city editor grayely.
II guess that's So" conceded tho
managing editor. you see I've been
sick for day or two and Eve 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 right now?"
Yes, sir! Oh, yes, sir.'' beamed the
delighted girl. ''NNould you--would
you like to publish the poem?' 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 it?" asked the
| city editor as his chief handed it to him.
"Oh make q running, long-hand ac-
count of it and stick it among the death
notices. You'd better look after your
local form, for ! see they have got
cock-iight 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 The prevail
ing disposition Of critics to crush true
genius. brooklyn Eagle.