Morning journal and courier., 1883-11-03
Ts,e Literary Women and the Horse Re-
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sIs this the literary edItor?"
 The horse reporter looked ur and discov- cred a young lady standing in the doorway. s'No, madame, '' he replied, ''the literary edi- tor is at present engaged in the construction of an elaborate critique of the Trotting and Pacing Record. You will probably see some thing in next weeks paper about the idyllic love story of Maud s. and St. Julien, the tender romance of Jay Eye-See, and the sad, pathetic story of Early Rose and Aldlne You can bet that when the literary editor of this paper gets his taper fingers on book he reviews it. have been told that. he once turned himself loose on 8 volume of diferen- tial calculus that had just been issued, and remarked that while the more frivolous DOT ton of the reading public might hold that certain chapters of the work were somewhat uninteresting, the great moral lesson incul- cated in regard to the square of the hypothe- muse should be known to all, and that to the merchant, the farmer, or the young mother who wanted something handy to throw at the children when they became too fresh, this chaste volume would prove invaluable. When it comes to giving calm and dispas- sionate opinion in which the lurid glare of impassioned genius is softened and mellowed by the Iambent rays of experience, the Fri bune's literary editor is liable to beat the record any minute. suppose you have an original story, written on white paper and tied with blue ribbon, concealed somewhere about your person, and want the literary edi- tor to commune with it ?'
 DYes, sir" replied the young lady. f'I have written a story, and mamma thinks it is very good"
 'tIs there anything in 1t about the leaves turning to golden and the velVety green of the leaves now looking sere and brown2 Be- cause if there is 1t won't do. The season for bEown-mantle off, October resting on-the-hills- and leaves-turninR-g golden stories is about at an end. We have got to carry oyer to next season more brown mantle of October stuf than you can shake stick at. The dull-red- glow -of-she dying-embers racket Is whst we shall show the public from now until Deoem- ber. Got any dying embers in your story 7"
 rsNo, sir. Mine is a love story
 seThas's all right The dull red glow of dying embers works in beautifully in love story although as rule young men who fall in love don't have currency enough to buy cord of wood to make embers of.
 "But why must write my story in this particular style ?" asked the young lady. q,
 s.Because it's the season for it. Ton want to start out by saying that as Harold None such, the rich banker, sat in his magnificent Iy furnished parlor and gazed thoughtfully into the dull red embers of the dying fire in the grate there came dropping up from the dim vista of an almost forgotten past memo ries-sad, sad memories-that caused the unbidden tear to start. Don't make apy mistake about the tear business. Be sure to have only one tear, because that's the ortho- dox style in stories. Of course nobody but one eyed man could shed one tear at g crack unless he had plugged up one of his lachrymal ducts. but in novels it is always put that way. And you want to be certain that it is an un- bidden tear. tear that had received cor dial invitation to be present and start wouldn't do at all. Then say that the old mans thoughts wandered back to the happy days of bis childhood. Be certain to have them wander back, going across lots and stopping once in awhile to pick sand -burrs out of their toes If you were to say that his thoughts went back the story would be spoiled. Wan der is the correct style. Then when you get the old man back to his happy boyhood days you want to trot out Lucy
 sTrot out who?"
 sLucy-Ittle Lucy Perkins-with her great blue eyes and golden hair-the playmate Of his youth that he loved so dearly and al ways looked upon as his future wife. Then lug out another unbidden tear, and finally