The Osceola times., 1882-12-30
Georges Mistake
Chicago Tribune.

"What kind OF q tile INV
ON, ~ asked the horse reporter, -xs
ssT'he story" said the visitor, - one IN
which the triumph Of love Is dep'''e'
and"- .,s E,hs, stood
there in the soft moonli9nt, her il.ie ns
,,re ehapely outlined agalnrt the s',;T wes'yiTg
sky. there was a loud crash IN ooas.Iam sps.har
castle. and the girl knew that her mo.he ,i;pd ~
had dropped The doughnut-lar Sinu nsa;d "a
stories, is It, because they won't oo' 's'''
the horse-reporter. ,ho,,t dougb-
nuts in this story" replied 11 ;sse % I can
rather haughtily, but II you E~'
read portion Of it."
"All right .,
"Where shall begin?"
"Anywhere," replied the horse repor-'
ter asuppose you give us the last SEN
tence of it." -
II sbUlld hardly think"
ooh. never mind about that. We do
all the thinking for young authors tha'
The visitor seated himselfand read as
W. answer Gladys beautiful <yeA
dronpcd. but she gave him both her3
l.anas. and therc, under the heavy-ff1te1
,rnna tbe Golden bees flying all about
ti,rm and the air filled with their dreamy
monotone, he drew her upon ms preast,
and raising her long ringlcts to his hps'
kissed them -everently. ..., .s,oa
"That's the las. sentence, is itF askeo
the horse reporter.
Yes, sir"
T should hope it was. It makes me
tired 10 read about such duckt,
why, | don't see" began tn au'no..
"Of course you don't. Probably you
were the hero of the nevel. Did w"
ever hear of ThOmpson's colt 2"
The visitor admitted his ignorance con-
cerning that historic animal.
"Well, Thompson's colt" continued the
horse reporter, "was such an internal idiot
that he swan across the river to got Q
drink. Now, that fellow in your story Is
dead match for him."
II don't understand"
Probably not. 1t IL not expected OF
literary people. But Twill tell you. This
Young fellow in your story Is out under
al, apple tree holding girls hands, isn't
neT YES.
"And, according TO the story, he raised
her long ringlets to his lips and kissed
them reverently.' That right?"
Certainly"
snow, what do you think of a young
man that would go nibbling around
girls back hair when she had her lace
with her? Such stories do not possess
the fidelity to nature that should ever
characterize the work of genius. No, ny
genial imbecile, YOU cannot get the
weight of this journal ON the side OF any
g1cf Young man as your story depicts. We
were once young and up to the apple tree
racket ourselves"
"Good day." said the author, starting
for the door.
$50 long" was the response. make
George act like white MAJ in your story,
and come again"
Mrs. Hayes Neglected Portrait.
Mary Clemmer in New York independent.
Six wine-glasses at each plate at state
dinner will take kindlier glow and q
larger look of charity when the portrait
of the presidents wife who gave no wine,
bat offered every other delicacy, hangs in
the east room, where the people want 1t,
because there only will they be allowed
to see it. 1t is ali nonsense, If 1t Is moth
inc more selfish, all this talk about 1t az .
precedent" at must not be allowed as
a precedent No portrait of woman
must hang in the east room, save the por-
trait of Martha Washington. Pray, why =
only she? She is there only because she
was George Washington's wife. What
gives to the castle and palaces of Europe
their intense personal interest? Chiefly
their picture galleries; the fair women
as well as men looking down from their
historic frames on later generations. Ey-
cry administration holds for this nation
It's own personal interest. Think of the
strong personal quality that comes down
so pungently to us from the administra-
tions of the past. Who would not like
to go up to the White House to see the
portrait of its first mistrcss-the greatest
Of the Adamscs-Abigail Adams? Whe-
would not like to catch, even from q rus
ty frame, faint reflex of the arts and
grsces of Dolly Madison, or to gaze on
the placid face of the illiterate but Iowa
Bile Rachel jackson, who, through the pi-
ETY. of a meek and quiet spirit, ruled in
love, to the last, her Iron Chief?"
| No interest in the White House, to the
thousands of people who visit as Mec-
ca, could equal that centered in gallery
filed with portraits of the presidents aud
| their wives. The portrait of the beauti-
! ful Mrs. Tyler hangs in the hallup stairs,
apital said to me the ether day, with
emiable esprit: Mrs Hayes portrait
has started on its laborious travels. II has
reached the corridor, but it is so heavy
that it will be some time before II Joins
Mrs. Tyler at the head of the stairs. Alas!
what would the consecrated, unworldly
women who unveiled this picture in Lin
coin hall, as it stood banked by blossoms
and fanked by soaring palms and crown
ed by flowers sent by Mrs. Garfield, have
said, in all their fervid speech, could they
have foreseen the disfavor, if not the os-
tracism, which coldly leaves their darling
outside the door to-night--outside the
door within which for four years she dis
pensed as much kindness and brightness
and love of goodness as ever fell from q
womans spirit