The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1883-10-05
Lakeside Musings.
Chicago Tribune.
"Is the literary editor ip?"

the doorway. "No," he replied, "he Ia not.
The literary editor Is very afable will-o'-
the-wisp In rather tight pants, and the extent
per week TO which he Is not In would sur
prise you If you only knew about II. He
fits with airy grace through the building
once or twice week, and then, like beau
tiful vision with box toed shoes, Ia gone"
81 would like to see the literary editor"
said the young lady. 81 want to compete
for the Tribune's $40 prize for the best story.
Do you think would have any chance TO
win it2" and q pair Of soft brown eyes looked
wistfully Into those Of one who would soon
be taking another bite Of hard tobacco.
~ can't exactly tell" said the horse re-
porter. at Is more or less difficult, by sim
ply looking al person, TO judge OF her
power of weaving from her surging brain
the style of romance for which this paper 10
ut present casting $40 worth Of bread per
week on the waters. The possession Of
seal-brown dress, q hat with . long feather
on 1t, and pair Of high.heeled shoes might
indicate literary ability Of high order, and
then again 1t might not. should hate to
try and pick out budding Tennyson by the
cut of bis pants, or fish up from the realms
of obscurity q mate to Harriet Beecher
Stowe with only q collection Of seal-skin
sscques and "a bangs to guide me-"
"Oh, forgot" said the young lady, blush
ing 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 the admirer of st. Julien,
81 should not only like TO see the story, but
should also like to read some Of 1t. The
best judges agree that when person Is
shout TO give cold, critical Judgment on .
piece Of literary work 1t Is always best TO
previously read 1t. 1t has been found that
the perussl frequently aids the critic msteri-
silly In ascertaining the general drift Of the
effusion."
"Here Is my story, sir" said the young
lady, handing over . roll Of manuscript.
"Could you read 1t now?"
"Oh, yes" was the reply, In cheerful
tone. 81 can dive through that in about
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 grip" he asked. "Tommy
Fresh, or whatever his name is?"
"Do You mean Vivian Dare?"
eyes, that's him. Does viz finally corral
Lurline Loosehair-I mean the one that Is
slvays talking about the ideality Of the
idsalP I'll bet she's daisy for ice-cream;
that kind ALWAYS are"
"You probably refer TO Natalie Montres.
aor, the heroine" said the young lady, in .
somewhat frigid tone. ayes, they are united
by the indissoluble tie Of matrimony."
"By the whatp"
"By the indisseluble tie of matrimony-
they are welded"
"Oh, that's IT," said the horse reporter. 81
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 being an in
dissoluble tie. As long Is So will start .
divorce salt, the indissolubility Of the mat
rimonial tie will have TO take back seat In
one Of the top rows"
"Do You think my story will answer"
said the young lady.
81 don't exactly lice the ending Of it,
said the horse reporter. "Just read that last
sentence to me-"
The young lady took the manuscript and
read IS follows:
"Not breath Of wind, not the faintest
suggestion of . zephyr even, stirred the
leaves Of the linden trees-made crimson
and purple and gold by the magic of an early
frost-rnder 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 appraised TO his
the betrothal kiss, he said to her, Il will
never leave you again."
.viyisn said that, did hep" said the horse
reporter.
ayes, SIR"
"Said In October, right after frost had
knocked the leaves endways, that he would
never leave her againP"
eyer, SIR"
"That won't do. No young man with q
head like that gets into our chaste columns.
Why, he ought to have left her before noon
that day."
"Why?" asked the young lady. 81 really
do not understand you"
"This story has 'em out there under the
trees on frosty October morning, doesn't
Up"
eyes, SIR"
"rhat's no place for young man who has
the true Saxon spirit. He ought to be over
son the Board Of Trade buying corn. Any
young man who puts In his frosty October
mornings making love will gather no moss"
"Then you don't think my story would be
accepted9"
"Hardly-At least in It's present state. You
had better make Wv tell Natalie that he
loves her with . wild, mad passion that
makes him stub his toe when he thinks
about II, but that he cannot ask her TO be bis
bonny bride until SITTER the base ball cham.
pionship 10 decided. That kind of an ending
would have the true Chicago tinge."
"Good day, sir" said the young lady.
"Bon jour-" said the horse reporter. "Saw
your story into shape and come around
again."