The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1882-02-02

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! QUired avery pretty BSf
| the door of the editoFe
~ expect you cossa
\ a young III IL yOPEoEe
diate vicinity, as as isno
"Oh, / meant Was
"At the present nSoron
| ply, the literary editor is tket.a
chicken dispute, but aaa ket
eye on whatever pearss q fispli
in during his absence. Wfsns
racket 2"
"I don't think I quite lndsk
you, sur, " said the Girl.
care you poet
Yes, sir, that is--2
"Oh. i know you ai1'f g90a ous
they all say that. Bus f you got
poem just stand over there in fhe egfll
aud read it. cav get ouko the gAke cs
the stanzas better that way
The young lady eeenled sofaeFthR
surprised at this method Of 1eoetxAIs
poetical gems, but tvipped Lightly fo tsAe
place indicated by the Young lnlse aal2
read as follows:
send thee back thfsShintnE band q Ee'a.
Does IL waken memorics9l bQnor entn Is
That could wear thy ring sud know
That TO another was plighted Shy troth
Nay-'twould wrong US both
"Thatll do. Did you write &
self?"
eyes, sir" was the reply
It's tough, said the affabl8 young
man. "I can see that il diyea ana
pitches around considerable, flthOpgh
I'm not q connoozer In poetry. Bssidess
she doesn't rhyme like she oi.saAAs q.
For instance, take these lines
That to another was pligDted thy treth
Nay-'twodld wrong US both.
"Now, troth' and both doht
rhyme. Well have to fix tllAt Low
would this do:
That 20 another MAS plightea thy tYotlg9
Thy loves more thin than ehtcken broth.
"That kind Of eases her up q little.
doesn't it ?" and the young editor
smiled affably in the general direction og
the girl.
"Do you think you can print il nexs
Sunday ?" asked the young lady, looking
bewitchingly pretty as she spoke.
ooh, you bet well print it. Stick ik
into bang up place. too. Any titne
you grind out somS slusll just bring
to me, and +"
At this point the literary editor Game
iii, and the young man who had bee1
doing so much talking indicated To ths
girl by series OF violent winls that the
new arrival was the person she Wanted
to see. Explaining her business, she
handed him her poetical effort. lie read
it carefully, and then ssHia said q -. . 81 e
81 readily perceive that you have the
gem Of poetic fire in your heart, and that
it needs only time and care TO blossom
forth into flower of resplendent beauty
The effort which you have handed me III
crude. It lacks the finish which culture
and experience alone can give. 1 viii
reconstruct the FIRST stanza int cnrd2nca
with the ideas just enunciatei
After writing for q nome yFor SO She
literary editor read as follow
Take back, o perjured heart, thisl dden band
No longer shall II shine ON beauty y hand
To depths so low never could descend 81
This astonishing heart t-break Will end
Another has your love, full well i know ::
Be not afraid for scorn You arc too low
"You see that gets In all Che iceas
and somewhat improves the language,
said the literary editor.
"And will you print it Sunday ?''
Certainly, and in n prominent posi-
tion, too. Now, whenever you have any
poetry just bring tito me, and
"Never mind these ducks, sis, said
the trotting-horse editor, who entered
the room at this iuncture. I'm the
boy that takes u crack at the krY.
Why, neither of these fellows RTioWs. =
| three-em dash from fore. andsaft
| schooner. Whenever the Muse troubles
you just bring your verses to me. and q
But the girl was gone. Chicago 1S.s.
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