The Portland daily press., 1883-01-10
Western Slang and Sentiment.
A Sporting Editor as the Mentor OF
Young Woman Desiring Marriage.

Chicago Tribune.l
"Oh my! Is this the place."
good-looking young lady stood in the door
OF the editorial rooms and looked carefully
around the apartment.
81 want to see an editor" she continued -
"the one that writes those lovely articles in
the Sunday papers about satin de Lyon will be
much worn this FALL and Cape May fashion
ables do not consider striped batbing-suits fash
ionable,' and all those other sweet editorials
about people who are going away this Summer,
and everything like that, you know"
"Iguess you are looking for the society edi-
tor" said the horse reporter. HE is out just
now, but if you want to know when Goldsmith
Maid trotted in 216a or what the two-mile
record was in 1872, l could tell you all about
1t. What was it you wanted to see the society
editor aboui?"
well" said the young lady, ~ really hate
to tell you about this matter, but mamma said
the best way would be to go right to q ne u spa
per and see what I had b tier do, because ever
since papa died we haven't had any man to
put us right about such things, and mamma
thinks just as do, that in a case like this
man would be ever SO much more apt to decide
right on what was best to be done, because wo-
men, you know, always let their feelings run
away with their Judgment, and frequently
make mistakes in matters that perhaps affect
their whole future existence. / told mamma
that it seemed awfully queer to me to talk to a
strange man about any such thing as this but
she said editors were persons of great expert
ence, aud since dear papa was dead it would be
good deal better TO find out what some man
of Experience thought about it before I went
any further"
your father must have left large proper
typ"
We'll, he did" replied the girl; "but what
made you think SOP"
"Oh nothing" replied ST. Julien's friend,
only have noticed that lucky men ara gen.
orally rich.
well, of course I don't know anything
about that" said the young lady; "but ANYHOW
mamma thought had better see some of you
gentlemen about my affair. / am in love, you
know, with young man, and we are CORE
spending right along, but he doesn't seem to
progress any about what am thinking ABOUT
you know, and mamma says that probably my
letters aren't quite tender enough, and it
seemed to me that an editor ought to know
about anything like that
did you ever try the -between-the-
stars racket asked the reporter.
"The what?"
The Observation-Disclosures racket That's
daisy, and unless this young fellow is pretty
ny, the chances are that you will land him on
the first throw. have seen some pretty wise
young men go against that deadfal and get
paper ducks as those, you know, but boys that
mad been out after O'Clock for So eral consec-
utlve nights, and were supposed to be right in
the 'front.' end OF the procession all the time.''
I'm sure don't know what you man."
said the young lady, shut will try this"
well" said the horse reporter, "the next
time you write to Ethelbert, or whatever his
name is, you just give it to him strong about
the deafness passion that your heart holds for
nina heart that has never before known
what It was to be tortured by doubts and fears
that The one on whom the priceless treasure of
lis love was set might prove unfaithful to that
love, unworthy of the trusting heart which
gave it birth. This will wake him up pretty
well, and then is the time to find out where he
lives. Say that without his love lite would
be an arid waste upon whose burning sands lay
the whited skeletons of Love and Hope That
the days on which no letter comes from him
are as the blanks between the stars-seeming
all the more blank and cherries because of the
brightness on either side
do You think that would have the desired
resut?' asked the girl
If it dots suit" replied the horse reporter,
you are lucky to lose him."