The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-03-01
the bulls eye. Tho marksmansbin il
pronounced excellent.
Tllo Poetry Market.


A tmid, but really rather pretty
young man came stepping softly into the
Ha10Ecyc sanctum Yesterday afternoon
when nobody was III but the advertise.
mcnt solicitor, who was writing p half
column puff of Slab & Headstonc's s new
marble shop. The young man took of
his hat and said: Good morning" and
the advertising man snarlcd. sSVhat is
poetry Worth"' asked the timid, but
pretty young man.
"forty cents q line" said the adver-
uScment man, promptly and rather
tcnderly, ''and you can't do better ANY,
where in America. The advantages we
oiier Tor the publication of poetry are
unsurpassed on either side of the Missis-
slppl. Our circulation, standing in five
hgureS the first year, has steadily in
creased three times an hour ever since,
and poetry published in this paper is
placed in the hands of 1900 families
before night. How much have you?'
''Perhaps,n said the .timid younpm man,
fairly reeling with del Hght, lit is a little
too long"
"Makcs no difference" said She ad.
man, beamng upon him kindly; 'we'H
put it all in if we have to issue q sur-
plemcnt And everything over 5000
lines goes ut thirty-iive cents"
The timid young man looked disap-
pointed.
at isn't SO much thcn," he said,
"whcn it's very long?"
"Ncvcr," replied the adj man, mag
unanimously. "Ncver; less room, more
pay: that's the way You make your liv-
ing. Got your copy with youP"
Yes, Sir replied the young man,
joyGully: "wolud YOU like 10 read it, sir,
ur shall | read it?'
mo, don't arc to read it Just now.
Sit down and wc'll count it.''
So they sat down and counted it,
"My heart, my heart in throbbing
numbers tells" read the ad. man.
"lleart medicine, young man?" he
asked, in the patronizing way of a man
who knows everything.
No Sir" replied the young man, in
amazed tones, while the ad. man count
ed away for dear life. mo, sir; a
rhapsody, sir"
"Oh, yes; yes, of COURSE" said the
ad. man, in reassuring tones. "Hun-
drcd nine, hund ten, hund 'lcven-
course, hund fourtccn-hain't done
much in rhapsodics since Hclmbold
failed-hund iwcnt-thce-good things,
though; we took q gross Of 'em last
spring on Pad & Lotions column
hnd for -two--and l wore one myself
two weeks and it madc-hund tiff four
man of me. One hundred and sixty
eight lines, sir, and Wen throw in
n iour-line head and WON'T count the
odd half linc--$G5. 20; call it an even
500 cash down. just step down to the
business Office and I'll give you re-
ccpt.'
We don't know what happened i'm
mcdjatcly after that. We only know
tha' when the footman opened the door
o. Tie carriage to let us out at the mar
BE steps of the U01cicyc Office, the ad.
man was leaning on the heavy bronze
haluSiers, gazing wonderingly at the
figure OF young man. walking I'M
steadily down the street, holding a hut
tcrinG manuscript in one hand, and
into the other clasping his palid brow.
" You may take my doublc-column
head for Il football, sir," said the adj
man, respectfully raising his hat and
staMlimg uncovered as we asccnded one
bread stairway, iii that young fellow
going down street isn't three square
lunatic from Crazvvillc. Wanted me
to pay him SiXty-iivc dollars for long
rhymng puff without line of business
in il, sir. r."-BHJ3iNQt0n UaU&cUc.