Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1882-10-17
PUBLIC LEDGER.
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Chicago Tribune.
II want to see an editor" said
slim young man who wore very high
pants. a hat about the size and shape
Of a peanut shell, and a collar thai
seemed to be always reaching for hi
chin without quite getting there, q:
he opened the door yesterday after
noon.
"If it's anything about a delightful
reception that was held last Thursday
evening at the residence of our well
known fellow citizen John Smith, OF
Miss Beatrice Berkins will spend the
autumn at Mukwanago, you'll have to
take it into the other room" said the
horse reporter, because the society
editor is out editing a chicken light
this afternoon, and the orders are to
turn all the social Cruel over to the
j%anitor. Tomorrow is window clean
ing day"
II came up to see" said the young
man, whether one of the editors
would have any objection to giving me
some advice on a matter in which am
deeply interested. | may say that.
You're in love, aren't your asked
the horse reporter. Il know you are,
anyhow." he continued, without CIV
ing the visitor time to answer. There
is . sort Of nervous, hesitating, cat
found in-ihe wrong back yard air
about your actions that gives you
away at once. What's the trouble
Girl gone back on your
Il think not" replied the young
mar. Il cannot believe that any one
has usurped ny place IN her Aaec-
tons
Done Ehat2
Il say I do not believe her love has
filtered
You mustn't have such a Boston
way Of taking, said the horse report
er, or We shant be able to get along
well The giIi hasn't weakened, yoa
ssygn
No.
Bows the old man? Rave you
oorrRled him2'
"Do y0u mean the young lady's
father asked the visitor. a mild look
Of establishment passing over his e0un-
tenance.
Certainly I DO" responded the
reporter. How do you loom up in
The parental horizon 2"
Inc iather Of the young lady does
not object TO me, was the reply.
Well, then, what's wrong. You
have the girl on your side, and her IA
Their Is agreeable. Il looks to me like
awalk-over for the money"
u hardly think you understand the
matter, said the young man. my
trouble is that the young lady does
not seem fitted to become the wife Of
a man who wants a helpmeet. She
doesn't seem to have any practical
ideas regarding life"
Sort Of a girly-girl, isn't sheY'
said the horse reporter; always talk
ing about the ideslity Of the ideal, and
all such mush as that, and wants "a
know if the silvered pencilings Of
moonlight among the verdure clad
trees are not weirdly beautiful. I've
seer that kind. They're daises-tc
keep away FROM"
Il think you have the right idea,''
replied the visitor, although your
style of expressing it is somewhat
crude"
Its a pretty tough case" said the
admirer Of Maud S. These girls that
are SO eterDally esthetical are gener-
ally hrst-class feeders though-T'ye
noticed that. The silvery moonbeams
never seem to take away their appe.
tite. | guess you'd better try the
reckless dissipation racket - that
ought to fetch her.
TRY the what?"
"The reckless dissipation racket.
The next time you call on Myrtle, or
whatever her name is, you want to
plant yourself on the sofa with a sort
OF weary, man been-r a Mil
yankee paper look, and put your hand
up to your forehead. Then when she
asks what's the matter you say that
her manner of late has been so cold
that it must be that she does not love
you, and that the thought Of losing her
was 50 maddening that you have been
indulging in reckless dissipation. If
she doesn't sling herself around some
then, and say that she will never.
never leave you, aud how could you
ever doubt her love, and all that, I'm
no judge -" and the horse reporter
assumed a Benjamin Franklin look.
II will act on your suggestion" said
the visitor, taking up his kiss.me-
quick before-I-go hat, and looking out
in a friendly way Over the high water
collar. How much dissipation do
you think l ought to indulge in Il
produce the proper effect2"
We'll" replied the horse reporter
u should imagine that if you we're Il
play about two games Of billiards ant
drink a strong lemonade it would con
stitute for you the widest kind Of
debauch."
They r Strangers Now.