The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1883-06-13
A Lakeside Musing,
is this the placer"

A progressing young lady stood
in the doorway of the editorial rooms
and was gazing around the apart
ment in a friendly but somewhat
mysti1ed manner.
1T depends on what you want
replied the horse reporter. "If you
are ON q wild and fr1itless search fol
a piece of plum-colored satin t.
match a dress, or a new kind of car.
pet-sweeper that will never by any
possibility keep in working order
three consecutive days, you are joy.
ously sailing away on the wrong
tack, but if you would like an
editor
THAT'S it," said the young lady,
II want TO see an editor; I guess it,
the literary editor. I saw such 8
sweet poem in the Tribune the other
day. 1t went like this
The bloom on the heather is fading, darling,
The mOOrlandS are crimson gold,
God grant We may live together, darling,
Together till we grow old.
"Well," said the horse reporter,
Observation-Disclosures editor is
out just now, but maybe some of the
rest of us could attend to your case.
What is it you want??"
"Oh, nothing in particular. Only
I thought it would be nice to meet
the literary editor and talk to him
about authors, and poets, and every.
thing like that. Don't you thlnk
Elaine is lovely? It always seems to
me-"
"Now you're talking" exclaimed
the horse reporter, enthusiastically.
"Five or six years ago when Elaine
beat the 3-year-old record [ picked
her out for a pretty smooth article,
and told the boys then that she was
liable to beat 900 if her off hind leg
didn't give way"
81 don't mean Il nasty, horrid old
horse" said the young lady I was
referring to Tennyson's heroine"
"Oh, yes; you mean the girl that
fell in love with Launcclot and float
ed down the creek in a dugout to
where he and Guinever were sitting
on the bank swapping large, three
story-and-basement lies about their
deathless passion for each other.
Launce was a daisy, wasn't he??"
II don't know about that, SIR"
said the young lady in rather more
formal tones. "You don't seem to
appreciate the full meaning and
power of the poem"
Probably not" was the reply.
"Tennyson and Longfellow and the
balance Of the free-for-all bards may
be a trihe too high for me, but when
it comes to simple little stanzas from
Macoupin county about the rose is
red, the violet's blue, sugar is sweet,
and so are you, l am wiser than a
serpent. I can toss homemade,
copper-bottomed rondeaus and mad
rigals into the waste basket with an
airy grace that would make your
head SWIM"
81 am going to graduate next
month, sir" said the young lady,
land I've got to read an essay. Isn't
it funny??"
"Pertectly side-splitting," respond
ed the personal friend of st. Julien.
"And I thought" continued the
young lady, that perhaps the liter
airy editor would give ME some adj
vice about the subject of my essay
and the general manner in which it
lie treated. But possibly you
could do it just as WELL" and the
coming graduate smiled q sweet and
encouraging smile.
II guess likely I could" was the
you've got your white
dress all made, [ suppose?:'
Eyes, sir"
"NVell, that's q good deal. You can
wear black shoes safely, that's one
said the horse reporter,
glaucing downward at the young
lady's feet.
"Why, of course" she replied.
"Of course I shall wear shoes.n
ayes, you can wear them, but l
saw q girl once at a seminary COM
mencemeut that was all rugged out
in q white dress and were black
shoes. She had large, voluptuous
feet that always made people look to
see if that part OF the building where
she was standing wasn't sagging q
little, and when she rranced out on
the stage the effect was something
like a coal miEe with y white dress
hung out to dry oyer the top of it.
What were you thinking OF writing
about?"
II didn't exactly know, sir. That
was what puzzled me-"
"The l:ud of Promise racket Is
good one" said the horse re-
"The what::'
"The Bud Of Promise racket. !ts
, daisy scheme for girl graduates
could you tell me-" asked the
young lady in a h~esitating manner,
about this
"Racket.," suggested the horse ;e-
"About this racket?n
ooh, certainly. You want to start
he essay with a few remarks about
,rring being the most beautiful sea
Of the year-the time when the
ender blades Of grass, kissed by the
of heaven and warmed by the
rays of the sun, peep forth, al
irst timidiy, and then in all the
sl;lendcr OF their vivid coiols,
rom the bosom of the earth that was
Iuch a little while ago wrapped in a !!
of snowy whiteness and fast
in the chilly arms 0! hoary- /
headed old Winter. Then say that
the glad sunshine leaps through
he bits of foliage that begin 70 come
,ut and cast their grateful shade
,pon the earth they fall upon tie
,uds that are lading the fruit trees,
nd soon en- every branch the buds
ipen and burst forth ia a wealth OF
loral loyeliness. Then compare the
maiden, just stepping forth from the
,recincts of the school and gazing
With wlstiul, eager eyes out into the
world, with the little bud upon tue
rec, and say that size, too, by the aid
# the sunlight which comes from
will soon develop into a
vonlan, that priceless gift OF God to
and ever cast about her the
loly light Of love. That ought to
etch 'em,"
"It sounds nice, doesn't it:' said
he young lady.
"You bet it does, sis. There is
so sweet and alluring as a
lie. OF course; you and |
now that when a gill graduates she
, a. useless as d fan III = cyclone, but
won't do to say SO. You just give
to lem the way I told you and
QUILL be all right"