The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-09-26
Written tor THE ARKArsAw TRAyKLER. THE PULSE OF CHICAGO !,
 OR, Annals of the PettigreVS.
 BY DICK STEELE.
Written tor THE ARkASsAw TRAvxLER.
BY DICK STEELE.
No. Al
Imogen Pettigrew Has an Affair of the
 Heart.


 Heart.
 "He jests at scars who never felt a wound. :" This aphorism is as applicable to af- fairs of the heart as to the sanguinary de- tails of war. At the age of fifty the pas sions of youth may cool, but ccnjugal devotion need not necessarily congeal. The true, ardent husband or wife, at any time before age palsies limbs and dulls the senses, will never jest at love wounds especially if suffered by members of their own families.
 Thoughts similar to the above were agitatipg the minds of Mir, and Mrs. pel- etiah Pettigrew as they sat, on a crisp and sparkling evening, alone in the par Tor. For quite a number of evenings lately they had sat alone, and all on ac- count of Saudauph.
 Yes, ever since Saud2uph commenced paying particular attention to lmogen. Don Webfoot, the elder, and Judson, the younger son. were involved at that hour in the mary Vaccinations of roller skating rink. lmogen had accompanied Mir, Bol- ivar Saudauph to the Grand opera-house. Only the watch-faced, clock had broken the silence of the last hour. At last Mrs Pettigrew threw the"tall to her husband as follows:
 Have you thoroughly Investigated the character and 6nancial standing of Mir Saudauph p
 Peletiah caught the ball:
 "Yes, he's newspaper man."
 Bohemian ?"
 "No, he's an Ohio man."
 "I mean one of those inquisitive, pry- ing reporters who are continually sniffing around for sensation to write up p
 "Oh, no. Saudauph don't write him. self He's proprietor of the Chicago Gid<d Gadty, society weekly. He owns it aad hires his writers says he can hire writers by the squad, cheap, too. It don't take much of a man to just write, you know"
 know that"
 Saudauph atte nds to the business end of the institution rakes in the shekels for advertisements and paid notices and puffs of society people who want every body to know every time they leave town, or give dinner, or breakfast, or tea, or progressive euchre snapcr theatre party" @You know it would be terrible for imogen to make a mesaliiance."
 "Well, who wants her to make 9 mess of her allianceT'
 But how much do you suppose Saud- auph is really worth? You know lmo- gen has been accustomed always to every comfort, ifnot every luxury of life"
 "Oh, Saudauph is not exactly mill honaire he's not as rich as Creosote with money to throw at the birds, but should judge he could bank S4o.ooo easily enough-on a pinch-that is, provided he wantedro realize on his property"
 The hour was late, and even while Mir.  and Mrs. Pettigrew canvassed these mat rimonial probabilities, lmogen and Saud- auph returned from the theatre. It is somewhat difficult to describe the latter, simply because he possessed no marked peculiarities. He belonged to that class of "cheese-faced business men, men, tally dwarfed by the peruicious influences which invariably surround the conscience less schooner, and projector of Jim Crow" newspapers and other literary sxnaps.n
 The city of Chicago is seriously af- dicted with this class of swindlers, and, to the credit of majority of her business men, they arc known and avoided as a discreet s.s-e!e. avoids any other species of confidence men. It is the rural resi- dent, or the foreign advertiser, who be- comes the victim of this throng ef Chi eago's journalistic vampires In news- paper circles they have no standing. ob- tain no recognition, and avoid, rather tan coort, the socie4y of genuine jour- aalisss, reporters, edifnrs and proprietors. 10 them the doors of the Press club aze heunetically scaled, asA tAeir devious