Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1882-11-11
LOVE Ann EsHsN sESEE.
ARonanee showing How Timely
Advice May Bring Great Joy.

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| don't want to marry-
"Oh, know you don't" said the
friend Of Maud s. HGirls eve do.
They spend most Of their time tryine
to escape from the dreadful abyss Of
matrimoDy into which countless young
men are endeavoring to plunge them
The object Of my visit" said the
young lady, lis to see some editor in
regard to a poem, and it occurred to
me that perhaps the gentleman for
whom | asked might be the person
having suph matters in charge. |
have met with a sad disappointment
and have written this poem in com
memoration Of the event."
I'm sorry he got away" said the
horse reporter, but perhaps you were
lucky to lose him. There isn't any
thing in this poem about the brown
mantle of October resting lightly on
the hills, is there2 or the deep green
of the pines being reflected against the
turquoise bloom of an autumn sky
Because, if there is, we can't take it.
There is more brown-mantle-o of.
October poetry slowed away here than
the window cleaner can use in a year.
1t you've got anything about the
white messenger of heaven drifting
silently down through the keen air, or
the gaunt outline Of the leaAess oaks
standing haggard against an Implying
sky we might do business With you.
Our stock of November poetry is
rather light this season. Ifyou could
ring in something about a bootblack
dying on the steps of q bankers resi-
dence Christmas Eve, while inside the
house the wassail bowl was going
round, it would be a daisy"
I'm afraid my poem will hardly
meet the requirements you sugs est,
said the young lady" because the
themeis q sad Que and the treatment
is naturally in accord with this fact,
l can read it to you, however"
Nothing about put away his little
rattle in it, is there2"
mo, sir"
"Nor the beautiful summer is
dead, alas2'"
Certainly not.9
"Well, then, you may read it, and
the horse reporter settled himself in
a critical attitude.
The young lady produced a roll Of
manuscript and read as follows:
And this is the end Of all, Ernestl Tho en-,
Of our happy dreams.
A walk to the. quiet graveyard, whore tn,
snowy marble CLEANS;
Tablets Of blighted hopes, and broken heart
that moan
For their buried loves and the weary year
that must be Lived alone.
You go back to the world, Ernest men
hearts so seldom break
And under new stare, In nsW skies set, sooT
other ties wilt make;
Bat go back TO . desOlato life-no man cal
ever be,
Though l rom the wide wo'ld over, wha
once you we're to me.
And this is the end Of all. Good byel Per
haps IL had caused less pain
To have gone our separate ways without see
ing each other again,
For want OF one little word, Ernest, live
You spoke that word, but il came too late i
only b,oke my heart.
"Nice, amt III" remarked the horsI
reporter when the reading was finished
Are you the girl that's been up to tn,
graveyard and taken a look at the tab
let's of blighted hopes?"
Yes, sir"
Ernest is going back to the world
is he? What has he been doing in st
Louis all this timer
II hardly think you appreciate th,
circumstances under which this poem
was written, said the young lady.
"Oh, yes | do. Ernest is your man
and you have q~uarrelled with hin
because he only called you his tootsey
wootsey eighteen times, instead o
twenty, as you had figured on. Yov
think your heart is broken, and yoV
want 10 get even by breaking othe.
peoples hearts with your poetry
That's wrong. Just now the worl,
seems desolate and the horizon of you
life is o'ercast with leaden clouds
But time heals all wounds, and abou
a month from now, when some younj
man mentions oysters, the chances ar
that you will beat the record gettin
your sealskin jacket off the hat rack.
You are much mistaken, sir" SAT-
the young lady. my love is n
ephemeFial passion"
DO you still want ErnesI?"
YES, sir"
We'll, [ can tell you how to ge
him"
"Ohl can your asked the girl, en-
Enthusiastically. Il shall be 50 thank
ful if you will
you take this poem" said tn
horse reporter; "and send it to him
Then drop him a line saying the paper
have agreed to print it for you. II b
doesn't weaken when it comes to hav
ing his name mixed up with a lot O
%graveyards. blighted hopes, broker
hearts and a desolste life, 1 shall mis-
my guess"
DO you really think 500" asked tn
girl.
YES; really and truly"
And will tell you whether or no
your plan succeeds" she continued
Never mind that part of it," re
Piled the compiler Of the 2:30 lis
The scheme will work all RICH
) Come around again after you are mar
ried and | will give you a pointer OF
how 10 kaen Erna.t AZ hnmn ninhl.