Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-02-06
A Grave Inquiry.
In Ill

'It is really most delicate thing tina
1 come to see you about" she futtered, ant
as the managing editor placed chair fol
her he looked grave, for the bushes chased
| each other over the prettiest face he haC
seen for many day.
whats his name?" asked the managing
editor with soothing encouragement.
Sic" faltersd the beauty, turning q
| puzzled pair of bewildering blue eyes full
upon him. ''How-how did you know
What made you ask me that question ?"
''And suppose you have set the figure
at $4,000" continued the managing edi-
tor smiling covertly at his superior sa-
gacity.
do you measure my precious soul by
paltry money-bags and filthy checks ?''
she demanded witha flashing glance and
bushes that chased each other faster than
ever.
Il DON'T" replied the managing editor,
'but the jury will. 1 would if 1 were a
jnror!' and he smiled again, this time in
admiration of the delicacy Of his compli-
meut.
Il don't think you quite understand me,'
sighed the fair visitor. "I-am in great
trouble, and l have come for advice. There
is young man" and here she broke
down entirely and sobbed bitterly.
rs there any way 1 can brace you up?"
inquired the managing editor rubbing his
nose with cork screw as gentle hint in
the direction of his resources.
mo, thanksr' she demonstrated, recov-
ering herself with an effort. you are very
kind. don't think you can do anything
for me at all. Is your religious editor in!
He will be more apt to understand the ma
ture of my trouble than you WILL
shouldn't wonder" retorted the man
aging editor, dryly. "Here he is" and BE-
pointed out the man who does the truly
pious for the paper.
what is it ?" asked the religious editor,
sharply. 'Fellow in the Bible class, Ii
brarian, tenor in the choir, any of them?'
Yves" she stammered. 'It's the
tenor. We were converted at tbs same
time, and now we are afraid"
Internal rascalr' growled the man
aging editor, wiping away tear. ''Just
let Us write him up!'
''Well,' continued the religious editor,
still more sharply. "What about him? Is
the librarian getting jealous? Glass lead
er threatened to tell your mother? Any
thing of the kinds
eff be does I'll write an editorial on him
myself" muttered the managing editor
chivalrously.
''Not exactly that" smiled the sufferer
through her tears. ''You sec oh! how can
tell your" and she broke down again.
''Want him clubbed!" demanded the
mana cling editor. brandishing bottle.
''Not for worlds!' she exclaimed, throw
ing herself before him as if to protect
some one in danger.
''Let her alonew snorted the religious
editor. ''She is all right. Now go on.
You left off by both being converted to-
gether. What next? Is he after the
soprano?"
''She thinks he is, and there is where my
trouble is. YOU see she isn't Christian,
only singer you know, and she can dance
with him at parties. Now what want to
know isis whether it would be wicked
for me to dance too until 1 cut her out.
Please tell me!' and her lips parted and
her eyes were suffused with tears of anx-
ious inquiry.
Certainly notr' growled the religious
editor. who didn't seem in the least phaZed
by the question.
u-W-WHdb. QcHldAQOO bLO
editor, his lower jaw dropping. rs that
all?"
''Why, certainly" responded the beauty.
''Isn't that enough? What did you sup
pose was the matter: The whole church
was against me, and when l said I would
leave it to you, the superintendent be- the
tenor So you would decide against me"
That's about the way with them ALL"
explained the religious editor, as the graf
flied girl took her departure and the two
editors stood gazing at each other. you'd
think they were in all sorts of scrapes IN
til you come to question them and then
you find that it is only some little point in
religious etiquette that anybody could de-
eide. By the way, what did you suppose
the matter was?"
Nothing" replied the managing editor.
Il didn't know but what she had lost some
money on dog fight, or something of
that kind" and the managing editor went
back to his work with sigh, while the. re-
ligious editor eptitiously distracted
the corkscrew, and winked at himself with
a prodigious wink.