Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1884-03-13
A DELICATE MISSION.
The Young Maiden who Had Lost Her
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Inc Young Maiden Who Had Lost Her
Parents.
Can ] see the editor?'
Could she see the editori That
divine combination of yellow hair, fur,
feathers, smiles and bushes! Well,
the editor should giggle Historically I
Had she demanded the demijohn of the
managing editor. the spiritual inspirator
of the religious editor, the salary of the
city editor, they would have been
placed on the sacrificial altar before
that vision.
Il am almost afraid of editors" she
murmured, taking in the procession
with shy glance.
None of these is editor enough to
hurt, observed the religious editor,
with an insinuating wink
think you can trust me-" said the
managing editor, with scowl at his
associates.
Anything in my line 2" inquired the
society editor, with smile like the new
moon, as he stood on one foot and
buttonholed the left thumb.
IF it is IN the religious line of trade,
You want to see me before going else
where" interiected the religious
editor, feeling around at the corkserew
his vest pocket.
'You are all so kind, !" she uttered,
edging away from the religious editor
in dismay. Il am not accustomed to
bus mess ways. but" and the sensitive
mouth quiyered, while every editor
wondered why each didn't kick the rest
outdoors for having in some way
touched the delicate chords that so
family held in check the emotions of
this fragile creature.
Eve won't make this business, we
will call it pleasure" eooed the city
editor, in the tones that have so en-
deared him to the people of Brooklyn.
Well" continued the vision, en-
couraged by the sympathy BY which
she was surrounded, PA is dead"
"AhF moaned the procession as one
mouth.
Then I'm your man," boldly assert
ed the religious editor, gently taking
her unresisting hand. "What you want
is beautiful obituary, for the style of
which | have succeeded in making this
office justly famous, and which think,
| may modestly say, is in the habit of
taking tie socks off anything in that
vein now presented to the public. Give
me the name of the defunct, and | will
cast gloom over the community that
will make the community's hal stand
on end /"
What a brute, Kissed the city ed
ltor, as the beautiful chin of the blush
ing visitor fell on her neck.
Il meant to say pa was dead, and so
is ma, /" whispered the bereaved, casting
a reproachful glance at the religious
editor
Planted in the same coffin, I sup
pose" suggested the religious editor,
unconscious of the effect he was pro-
ducing on the fair mourner. I'VE can
do two as easy as one. Never mind the
narrowing details, we sling those with
the obituary. Social position of the re-
mains; floral decorations; our pa and
ma 7 shock to the community, and the
rest of it. It's lucky thing / hap
pened to be in when you called. These
other fellows would have butchered the
whole business and made you wish the
old man and old woman had never
pegged out. You just leave the matter
with me, and I'll fix you out with the
orthodox buckets of grief"
"You are very good" replied the
maiden, with quivering lips. "Pa and
ma are already buried. They died
years ago, and l had to face the cold
world -p
The procession groaned and glared at
each other.
And so / concluded to do something
to support myself, rather than live de-
pendent on rich relatives" continued
the maiden, in broken voice
"Heroic!" chorused the procession,
and the religious editor, with q new
light in his eye, released her hand and
dropped his arm around her waist
How rich are those relatives?" he
| insinuated.
"And," she proceeded, disregarding
the question, "and am now putting up
lightning rods of better quality al
less expense, more perfectly insulated
and with more endurance than any man,
woman or child in the same business in
the United States. / see that the Eagle
building has been remodeled and ex-
tended, and | feel confdent-just let
me show You my samples of the"
But she was left alone with her sam.
pies, and the ten tails of five frock
coats described artistic circles as then
owners banged five sanctum doors and
left tie radiant vision to scramble down
dark stairway as best she could.
Brooklyn Eagle,