The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1884-02-15

La PAIR OF DRAMATISTS.
In dear old Berlin there lived two play.
wrjshta.' The n was called BarseTisch,
the other Blitzenberg. -
As aoon as these two SO. eyes on each
other, they felt q mutual attraction, s,wore
eternal brotherhood over sundry glasses OF
beer, took rooms in common, and made up
a common purae for their common ex.
penses.
Before their alliance each had regarded
himself as I'm unappreciated genius, not
yet understood by a thankless world. Now,
however, relying on the mathematical
truth that two negatives make a positive,
hey believed that they would attain a
hsttering recognition.
It is well known that every poet must
have a sweetheart to understand him, to
inspire his thoughts, to kiRdle his fancy,
and to fill his heart with those gentle tones
that in union with bis more masculine
uotes may produce the harmony every
dramatic work should possees.
BarseBisch and Bliizenberg, then, bnd
their sweelhearts. This fact, however,
ZACH had kept secret to such an extent that
either had ever caught sight Ct the Others
ladylove.
Une ut the ladies wss called Tina; she
was a member OF tho National Theatre
Company; the other was named Lena, and
she played in q minor theatre under al
assumed name.
Alter the partnership Of our two poets
was established, things went on for the mos.
part as before; all the, pieces they concoct-
ed together were returned by the various
sncalIe managers, and their system OF liv-
ing out OF a common purse soon reduced
,tself to a system Of common
credit, and finally to common
i~mpscuniosiiy. In this desperate condi.
ton the two friends resolved to shake oil
the load OF the earthly and hasten to that
undiscovered land from whose bourne no
traveller returns.
This very day their double suicide was
to take place. The two poets sat in their
rooms, each making his last will and tesla.
ment.
Let US first visit B~a1sswisch, look over
his shoulder, and see what he writes:
u blame no one for my premature de.
partule; 1 kill myself Of my own free i'm
pulse, and because il gives me especial
pleasure 30 10 do. All my dcbts ] leave TO
our common lendlady. with the prayer that
sue will keep them sacred and make no
Dad use OF them.
"Dut, o Tina, unspeakably beautiful
Tina, what will You say when you hear oil
ny cruel death! Would that I could see
thee when in unutterable sorrow thou tear.
eat thy dark raven hair-then wilt thou be
divinely beautiful"
Dipping his pen in the inkstand, lie was
preparing TO make further documentary
dispositions, when the door suddenly
opened and Bli'zsnberg entered the room,
lis hair picturesquely disorlered.
"Life on earth is like a ~sojourn in a
hotel" said he, where the rent OF rooms
IS SO dear that one cannot blame the poor
guest If he quietly slips out and seeks death
IN the compassionate river; a lodging
rather damp perhaps, but quite ~inexpen:
1--WE. All! Is that you BArsswisch ? Busy
IN our last sct?"
Bersawisch CONTEMPORARY shrugged bic
| shoulders. !.
"1-,ull writing for tho theatrern be
| exclaimed. "Far from it. Twas drawing
Up my last will"
"You remain, then, true 10 our resolve ~
"Certainly, my friend. Tonight we 60
ence-"O sour las. day !" he went on IN
iecIamatory tones; show the sick breas,
dilates at this holy thought! Bonnd by
friendship to work together, hissed TO.
getherin every theatre, we now 60 togethtr
the darksome road TO the home Of eternal
Light"
HWhat has been the usa oil. all on,
work 2" queried the other, moro discon.
contented but less pathetic. "What was
the good OF our taking rooms in the
houses where Leasing and Schiller
tnce dwelt2 None at all! People
may say it hurt NE. Envy and igno.
apce we're not idle in sharpening theil
tnisoned arrows against US, and 60 1t has
happened that our masterpiece, Fallen
Angela had o worse fall in the National
Theatre"
"Unl Still echo in my ears the shrill
Kissing and whistlings from key to c~atcall,'
said Bsrsewiscb; "the scorn OF the migrate.
full public still rends my heart strings. No
-no-we cannot suryive our disgrace
B%li,zenberg; we must die-die-die =
sand this night is really to DO our last
them" replied the other. swell, 80 DO ii
l should like, however, TO be able to seeto
morrow what the papers will say about us
Two, m%eritorious young poeis'-when
man Ia dead, he Is always meritoriom-
two opening buds Of talent who have no
seldom been damned at the National AMI
other theatres, have voluntarily put an enc
TO their lives during tho past night. De
tails in next edition."
IT think we had better choose as the Ike,
for the gate to the next world the reyolve
we bought to protect ourselves sgainst rob
bera,n Bersewisch now suggested. gp,
Abitter emile spread over Blitzanberg'
countenauce.
J "Useleas precaution," he eaid. "Wha