The Portland daily press., 1882-03-08
The Mistakes of Love.

There was a timid knock at the door OF the
editorial room, and the youngest man on the
staff yelled "Come imp with such vigor that
the marine editor broke the point of his newly
sharpened pencil short off as he started up at
the sound. The door opened, and the whole
force gasped for breath as beautiful young
girl with glorious eyes and red cheeks, and
captivatingly embarrassed manner, stood re-
vealed on the Threshold and looked blushingly
in at the bald head of the city editor.
az beg your pardon" she stammered in the
sweetest of voices, "but is there-are you the
society editor?"
This was addressed to the editor-in-chief,
who scornfully repudiated the soft impeach-
ment, and pointed with his scissors toward
young man with weak eyes and thin hair, who
rose with an awkward air and gs spingly offered
the girl with the glorious eyes chair near
his desk.
81 hope you'll excuse me-" she said in
timid, hesitating way, as she opened little
recticule, 'but I felt that L really must call
and"
sob, no apologies my del mean miss
stammered the young man with the thin
hair, turning red hot as he caught himself.
THANK you-you are very good" said the
bewitching young woman, while the society
editor rubbed his blazing face with handker-
chief. 81 always read your paper, and find
great many valuable hints in it. Last week L
saw this item," and she took scrap OF paper
from her reticule and read: San excellent
thing when one is chilled through Is 10 drink a
glass of Jamaica ginger"
81 wrote that, and I'll stick to it," defantly
broke in the household editor, who was red
haired young man in a loud necktie.
"Oh, did you?" said the visitor turning to
him. 81 thought it was"
"Me, marin, I assure you," said the house
hold editor" You don't find any fault with it,
siWelI," returned the visitor tmidly, II
was escorted home from the rink by my"
$50 on my-go on miss, 1 mean" said the
society editor encouragingy, as tho yonng
woman hesitated: "We are all your friends
here" he continued daringly to which senti-
ment the balance of tho staff nodded their ap-
prevail.
BY my young gentleman" continued
the charming young lady, blushing. deeply.
when he reached my home he complained OF
feeling cold. He always does seem to be cold
when he gets to my house," she said, looking
innocently at the editor-in-chief, who checked
himself upon the verge of an impromptu wink
with such suddenness that he turned hot clear
o his boots.
asked MN IN, SQO W6Ub Oh, buTulDS ACI
gaze on the marine editor, and reducing him to
state of hopeless idiocy with The glorious eyes,
land Just then thought of the item about the
ginger. / knew ma had bottle in the house,
and went to get it. L had never mixed any
myself, but had often seen ma. I poured out
about half glass of the ginger from the bottle
and filed the rest of the goblet with water.
Then went into the parlor and told my young
gentleman to drink it all right down, and it
would warm him up. He took the glass trust
i l. to% How m
oh, ar,"-and she raised dainty handker-
chief to the glorious eyes
"There, there, MY mean miss" said the
society editor, soothingly, don't cry. You
mustn't give way to your feelings.
81 know it is very foolish" said the pretty
girl drying her eyes, "but oh, what followed
was SO dreadful. George (his name is George
dashed the goblet across the room against the
wall, jumped up and tore down two globes
from the chandelier, fell back over an easy
chair and crawled under the sofa, and having
by that time regained his breath, he lay there
shrieking some of the awfulest language, such
as once heard two circus men who were night
ing use. Oh, it was terrible, and when pretty
soon my father heard the noise and came run
ming into the room, he said some more words
like what George was using, declared he was
drunk aud cruelty dragged him out from I'M
der the sofa by one limb, and threw him down
the front steps. Oh, it was terrible-terribe,"
and a ae @go Of Guas
A dreadful silence filed the room. The
household editor was writing furiously and ap-
peared lost in his work The girl with the
glorious eyes looked anxiously at the society
editor
"What can do?" she falteringly asked.
"What does George say about it?'
."He wrote me cruel note" she replied, in
which he said that girl who would give her
best friend on earth liquid fire to drink, could
never be other than brother-I mean sister to
him. But OH don't want to have such thing
part us forever. You have had experience in
these matters-what shall L do?"
''You leave it to me" said the society editor,
assuringly. "I'll think it over and address you
next week under answers to correspondents"
"And you believe you can tell me just what
to do2" said the young lady beginning to
smile.
"Sure of itmy-niss, said the society editor,
confidently.
"And this dark cloud between George and
me will be dispelled?'
Busted all-melted as before the sun, as
severated the society editor.
"Oh, thank you, awfully," smiled the hand
some girl, the glorious eyes dancing with de-
light. 81 shall look for next weeks paper
with eager anticipation.
She tripped lightly out the door, and the
editorial room contracted to Its former dingy
narrow limits.