Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-10-31

Joseph Medill, in the Chicago Tribune
ais this the literary editor?"
The horse reporter looked up and discovered
young lady standing in the doorway. "No,
Madame" he replied. 1.-The literary editor is at
present engaged in the construction of an elab-
crate critique Of the Trotting and Pacing Rec
ord. You will probably see something in next
weeks paper about the idyllic love-story of
Maud s. and st. Julien the tender romance of
Jay-Eye-See, and the sad pathetic story of Early
Rose and Aldine You can bet that when the
literary editor Of this paper gets his taper fin
gers on a book he reviews it. have been told
that he once turned himself loose on q volume
Of dfferential calculus that had just been issued
and remarked that, while the more frivolous
portion Of the reading public might hold that
certain chapters Of the work were somewhat
uninteresting, the great moral lesson inculcated
inregard to the square Of the hypothenuse should
be known to all, and that to the merchant the
farmer, or the young mother who wanted some
thing handy to throw at the children when they
became too fresh, this chaste volume would
prove invaluable. When it comes to giving
calm and dlspassiOnate opinion in which the
1urld glare OF imprisoned genius Is sOftened
and mellpwed by the lambent rays of experience,
the Tri5unes literary editor il liable to beat the
record any minute. ] suppose you have an
original story, written on white paper and tied
with blue ribbon, concealed somewhere about
your person, and want the literary editor to
commune with it Z"
'Yes, SIR" replied the young lady. 81 have
written story, and mamma thinks it is very
good"
"Is there anything in 1t about the leaves turn
ing to golden and the velvety green of the leaves
now looking Sere and brown? Because if there
is it won't do. The season for brown-nantle-Of-
October-resting-On-the- Notwithstanding
golden stories is about at an end. We have got
TO carry over to next season more brOwn-mantle-
of-October stuff than you can shake stick at.
The-dull-red- GLOVE f-the-dyng -embers racket
is what we shall show the public from now
until December. Got any dying embers in your
story?"
mo. sir. Mine is a love story"
"Thats all right. The dull red glow of diving
embers works in beautifully in a love story,
although as rule young men who tall in love
don't have currency enough to buy cord of
wood to make embers Of"
"Bnt why must write my story in this par
tlcular style p asked the young lady,
Because it's the season for it. You want to
start out by saying that as Harold NOnesuch
the rich banker, sat in his magnif1centy fur
nlshed parlOr and gazed thoughtfully into the
dull red embers of the dying fire in the crate
| there came trOoping up from the dim vista of
an almost forgotten past memOries-sad, sad
/ memOries-tbat caused the unbidden tear to
start Don't make any mistake about the tear
business Be sure to have only one tear be-
| cause that's the orthodox style in stories OF
course nobody but q One-eyed man could shed
| one tear at crack unless he had plugged up
one OF his lachrymal ducts, but In novels it is
| always put that way. And you want to be Ger
tain that it is an unbidden tear. tear that
had received cordial invitation to be present
and start wouldn't do at all. Then say that the
| old mans thoughts wandered back to the happy
days of his childhood. Be certain to have them
| wander back, going acrOss-lots and stopping
once in awhile to pick sand-burrs out of their
toes. II you were to say that his thoughts went
back the story would be spoiled. Wander is
| the correct style Then when you get the old
man back to his happy boyhood days you want
| to trOt out Lucy"
''TrOt out whO?'
'Lucy-Little Lucy Perkins-with her great
blue eyes and golden har-the playmate Of his
youth that he loved 80 dearly and always looked
upon as his future wife. Then lug out another
| unbidden tear: and finally have the old man
break down In q storm of sObs"
"lt's very sad, isn't it?" said the young lady.
Lucy died, suppose, and the old mans heart
| is breaking"
'.No." said the horse reporter. Lucy mar
| ried another man."
Then what makes the banker weep3" in
quired the maiden.
sympathy for the other man."