The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-12-01
A LAKESIDE MUsING.
The Horse Editors Advice TO Young Lady
About a Crazy-Quilt.


About a Crazy-Quilt.
Chicago Tribune.
as this where they edit?'
Eyes, ma am" replied the horse reporter,
as he looked up and discovered a trinity
built young lady standing in the doorway.
This is the exact spot where Right, environ
ed on every side by Intellect deals telling
blows against Wrong and Injustice, clad
though they be in the garments of Might
and Oppression. Armed with the lances of
Thought, that glisten brightly in the sun
light of Reason, the editor stands ever ready,
a helmeted knight in the holy cause of JUS
tice, full panoplied, and with weapon in
couchant poise."
THAT wasn't exactly what wanted to find
out about" said the young lady. Il am GO
ing to make crazy-quilt, and mamma said
that an editor could probably tell me all
about it," and bewitching smile illumin-
ated the features of the fair visitor.
Our insane bed-clothes editor" said the
horse reporter, 'is not here at present. and
the rest of us feel somewhat diffident about
intrudng upon the domain of quilts which
are suffering from temporary alteration of
mind and pillow-shams concerning whose
mental condition there is doubt"
Il hardly think you understand me, sir"
continued the young lady. A crazy-quilt
isn't really and truly crazy, you know; it is
simply called so because being made of silk
of different colors, it presents an outre APP
pearance."
presents a what?'
IAN outre appearance - looks rather
strange, you know"
80 yes; sort of dizzy-looking. you mean"
THAT probably expresses the idea, sir al
though not perhaps in the most choice Ian
guage. ] should be very glad, though, if you
could give me some information about this
matter, because it is necessary that should
begin the work at once"
Ill. l. ! I'D e.
self?'
mo, sir-that is, not exactly" and vivid
flush suffused the young ladies features.
But want to have it done before the 1st of
January, because we won't have any room
for the frame in the other house."
(which other houseY'
"Why, the one THAT is, we-oh, think
you're awful" and more bushes ensued.
THE 1st of January is not generally con-
sidered the most suspicious season of the
year for moving" said the horse reporter.
1.-The blithe carol of the plumber and the
low, sad wall of the man who is trying to
thaw out the water-pipeS with a twc-inch
candle and a jug of hot water, with which he
will eventually inundate himself are about
the only features of prominence connected
with domestic life in Chicago at that season
of the year. Why don't you wait until Nav
Joyous, happy May-when the buds are
bursting and the robbins. tuneful harbingers
twitterinGoa every bow?'
That's just what have said all along"
replied the young lady, but Charlie de-
cares he will never live in the same house
with mamma, and-now L shant say an
other word" and more blushing ensued.
"Oh," said the horse reporter, you're 60
ing to be married, are youY'
Eyes, sir. That is, Charlie said"
81 know what he said. He leaned you up
confidentially against his suspender and,
speaking in low, tremulous tones asked you
if you felt that you could leave parents,
brothers, sisters. fsh-balls on Sunday, and
all that makes home at once the altar of our
affections and the JOY of our lives, and live
forevermore with him. And you yanked
him out of the realm of doubt SO quick that
it made his head swim. Isn't that about
it?''
"Why, yes sir-that is, I said"
Certainly. You said that when a girl,
standing on the threshold of womanhood and
watching with wistful eyes for the mists of
futurity to lift. sees advancing the one man
to whom she can give her heart, all her
doubts and fears disappear as if by magic,
and she knows only that a great happiness
and holy content enshroud her being.
Charlie then kissed you warmly about an
inch below your nose, and broke himself the
next day buying an engagement ring. He
calls at the house every night now and
when he says to you: Myrtle, do you love
me as much this evening as you did on last
Thursday afternoon you look at
He doesn't call me Myrtle at ALL" inter-
rupted the young lady. MY name is Edith"
TITS the same thing A rose by any name
would have as many thorns. When he asks
you if you love him as much as you did last
Thursday, you climb up little higher on
his neck and want to know how he can aver