The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-10-13
WOULD HARDLY DO.
IChleago IfIbane.

Is The literary editor m The horse reporter looked up and dis. covered n very pretty young lady stand ing in the doorway. "No," he replied. ]" he IS not. The literary editor IS a very atfable will-o -,he-wisp in rather tight pants, and the extent per week to which he is not in would surprise you If you only knew abou, i;. He tlits with airy grace through the building once or twice week. and then like beautiful vision with box-,oed shoes. is gone"
 woald like 10 see the literary ed Nor," said the young lady. ..l want to compete for the HidHHt'l Sio prize for .he best story. Do you think would have any chance to win il v and pair of soft brown eyes looked wls,fully .nto those of one who would soon be talk ing another bite of hard tobacco.
 can't exactly tell" sad the horse reporter. It IS more or less difficult. by simply looking at person. to ludge of her power ot weaving from her surging brain the style ot romance for which this paper Is al presen, casting Sio worth of bread per week on the waters. The pos session ot a seal-brown dress, ha, with long feather on Il, and pair of high heeled shoes might indicate literary abil- Ay of a high order. and then again il might not should hate to try and pick ou, a budding Tennyson by the cut ot his pants, or fish from the realms of obscurty mate 10 Harriet Beecher 5 owe with only collection of seal.skin sacques and E. bangs io guide me-"
 "Oh. forgot" said the young lady, Alushins violently. You want to see the story have written. don't you, and then you can tell me whether could win the prize or not.
 Yes" replied ;he admifer of St. Julien, should no; only like to see the story. but should like 10 read some of it. The best judges agree that when a person is about to give cold. critical judgmen, on a piece of literary work i, is always best 10 previously read it. It has been found that the perusal frequently aids the critic materially in ascertaining the general drift of the etfusion."
 Here Is my story said the young lady, handing over roll of manuscript Gould you read 1t now
 "Oh, yes" was the reply in cheerful tone. !" can dive through that in abou, three minutes.
 For few moments there was silence Then the horse reporter looked up from the manuscript to the maiden. " "Does this duck finally marry the girl 7" he asked Tommy Fresh, or whatever his name is
 Do you mean Vivian Dare?"
 HNes. that's him. Does l'iv finally corral Lurline Loosehair?-l mean the one that is always talking abou, the ideality of the ideal. I'll be, she's A daisy for ice-eream that kind always are'
 You p;obably refer to Natalie Mon- ,ressor, the heroine" said the young lady in somewhat frigid tone. "Ycs. they are united by the indissoluble tie of matrimony."
 By the what?"
 By the indissoluble tie of matrimony they arc welded"
 "Oh, that's il" said the horse reporter. thought they had fallen of the shot tower together, or something like that. But you re driving little too far from the pole, sis, when you talk about marriage Geing an indissoluble tie. As long as So will start divorce suit the indissolubiliy of the matrimonial tie will have to take a back seat in one of the top rows"
 Do you think my story will answer. :" said the young lady.
 Il don't exactly like the ending of it." replied the horse reporter. Jus, read that last sentence to me"
 The young lady took the manuscrip, and read as follows:
 Not breath of wind, nor the faintest suggestion of zephyr even, stirred the leaves of the linden trees crimson, and purple, and gold by the magic of an early trost-under which Vivian and Natalie were standing. The golden haze of an October morning was tinting the hills with its glory, and as Vivian bent his head and pressed on the beautiful face that was upraised to his the betrothal kiss, he said ,o her, .. ~:ii ne.e. leave You agzin.'"
 @vivian said that, did he?' asked the horse reporter.
 "Yes, sir"
 Said in October, rish, after frost had knocked the leaves endways, that he would never leave her again 2"
 sYes, sir"
 "That won't do. No young man with ahead like that gets into our chaste col smns. Why he ought to have lelt her be- fore noon that day."
 "Why2n asked the young lady. q seally do not understand you"