Delta chief., 1884-08-06
He Learned Mind. Reading.
J. Henderson, In Puck.

ed back and drew long Whit from his
fragrant pipe. and blew it far out upon
the sultry summer air. Away down in
the'recesses Of the editors soul solemn
stiffness reigned. 1t made the editor
scd to realize the presence of that solemn
stiffness; because what the editor was
looking for was an idea--a great big
booming idea that would fill column
of BREWER single loaded. Suddenly there
was a slow tramp of feet upon the
stairs. The editor listened. No. it was
not the signing Of the wind; 1t was a
pair Of No. extra double heavy solcd
shoes. The owner. perchance. was the
bearer Of n bill. long due bill. Would
the editor fee? Upon this'particular oc-
casion he would not. He made up his
mind 70 stand his ground and bluff the
man. In another minute the stranger
stood in the doorway. When he caught
sight Of the editor he paused. and the
thunderer had tune TO contemplate his
appearance. A massive forehead he
had. surrounded by dark clusters of ra-
ven ringlets that reeked with the es-
sence of the defunct opossum. His hat
had seen better days before the flood
His coat was enriched with the stains of
many a winter. His trousers were full
of polish, and his shoes were innocent
of the same. The stranger advanced
and took off his hat.
'Have l the honor" he inquired, "of
beholding the cditor-in-chicf3"
MY friend" replied the editor. ..you
have. II your soul has been hungcring
In the dark chasms of bcclouded past
for one shaft Of that heavenly light that
falls from the editorial chair, now is
your time. Get in your little gaze. and
don't be bashful. am the person who
works the thunder machine OF this es-
tablishmcnt. II there Is anything ! can
do for you, name 1t and won't do it,
II know Of nothing that you can do
for me" replied the stranger,
Then what is your secret?'
II have come to do something for
you!"
Great Scott" exclaimed the editor.
n he rescated himself
II am Julius Benedict Munkhazy,
the mind reader" said the stranger.
Don't say SOP" said the editor.
But do. And what | wan. TO do
is to teach you the great art. Now.
Stuart Cumberland and Irving Bishop
are working the advertising dodge
across the water beautifully. Cumber-
land has himself interviewed by La
bouchcrc. Know Labp No? He's n. G..
and says Bishop is n swindlcr. Then
Bish sues Lab for libel. and the whole
gang gets biz boom out of it. Its n
great scheme. But those fellows are
mere tyros in the business. know
more abou. il in five minutes than they
do in five years. And can teach you
TO do Il in one lesson"
"You camp"
II can every time"
Tho editor looked thoughtful. He
sorcly tempted TO learn this art. How
he copld astonish his wife by going home
and looking into her nut-brown eyes
and saying: "Ycs. dear you shall have
n seal-skin ulster in the spring" And
how astonished his mo,hcr-in-l law would
bc IL he said TO her: "No. mothcr-in-
law. you arc wrong. it was not beer !
drank. NJ you arc thinking. but ginger
aler'
How much does this costP" he in
Guircd.
'Sir." replied the stranger; "Tm Ia
boring for tho love Of psychological
science
Proceed with tho obsequics. then"
The stranger Immediately borrowed
the editors handkerchief and blindfold-
cd him with It.
That" "he said; ais to prevent you
from thinking of anything else. Now.
you take my hands; think of some
thing. and you cndcavor to lead mo to
It. You will find yourself drawn for
ward BY a sort of irresistible impulse.
Now, then. I've thought of something.
Are vou readypV
yes" replied tho editor.
Then he reached out for tho strang-
or's hand. and found 1t seizing his own
in vice-like grip. Tho editor started
forward, and the strangers hand urged
him gently toward tho door. He recog-
nised the impulse and went. Down the
stairs they went, and out into tho street.
The pace increased every moment.
down the street they ran at rattling
pace, and few around tho corner At a
330-yards dash gait. The next moment
they wheeled sharp around and dashed
through . doorway. They turned and
twisted in the room, and then the editor
felt his hand placed on something cold.
"You'vs got 1t, by George" exclsim-
on the stranger.
Got whatp" inquired the editor.
fantly, the perspiration dripping from
"What was thinking OFF,
what is itP"
Here. let mo take of tho bandage."
Tho stranger pulled tho handkerchief
OF the editors eyes. The editor stared