The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-11-14

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ask the proof-reader. He knows. "
you read his work, do you?" in
quired the pin, with visible respect.
Not l." returned the roach, with an
air of ennui, mingled with superior
wisdom. ''No, sir. We newspaper
fellows never read what is printed in the
paper We leave that for the public.
Then, again, he uses the shears until
they ache and the paste brush is worn
out with overwork. The only thing
about the desk that has an easy time is
the pen. He seldom uses that. The
pen lives down with me under the ink
stand and we often talk about him. He
agrees with me exactly"
Il have no doubt you are right" re-
piled the pin, politely.
But where did you come from?"
"a girl bought me and gave me to
him
"Ahn' returned the roach, relec-
lively, twas she pretty?'
No" responded the pin; "but," he
added, with enthusiasm, "she was more
than that. She was beautiful. So he
thought, and so | thought too. You
see, had q chance to see great deal
of her very closely. He wore me on
his scarf And when her face was
Bonded over his and her eyes looked
into his, can tell you / nearly lost my
own heart. Yes" continued the pin,
after short pause, Il am expert on
feminine beauty. l have, | may say
without egotism, been greatly admired
by the ladies. | have often been on eX-
libitiAn ~, 4 I
have seen my share of the world. If
had been made with two legs and arms
instead of this long, golden pin, feel
that l would have been q very great
swell. Indeed, / know | would"
mo doubt of it," observed the
roach. How long ago was ths?'
"About year.
Eyes, l recolect it now,n replied the
insect. ''He used to neglect his work
at that time and wrote a great deal OF
what he called poetry, but it wasn't
My friend, the pen, said at the time
it was such maWkish stuff it often used
to make him sick, and one day he
came nearly being discharged for hay
ing a poem about Pnillis-whoever
she was-set mp instead Of a joke about
tIIC 4NE-Nl 'tVlI 4utlil' IlG fllSO UOt0uU
some handsome clothes and a tall hat,
and he used to shave every day and
wear gloves, The paper weight told
me one day when | was out lie saw
him look at himself in a pochet-mirror,
and smile as tho Oh he was the most
cOntented man-with himself in the
world"
"Well, how did it end?"
BADLY replied the pin. with
sigh; GLADLY. One day She returned
him his presents and went 10 Europe.
thought for q time he would 90 crazy
from grief
Il noticed it, too" answered the
roach. He used to sit down at the
desk and write while the tears stood in
his eyes, and the editor said he did the
best work he ever did. l have often
noticed" continued the insect, wisely,
that when an editor laughs rs he
writes the readers cry, but when he
cries the public laughs. Funny, isn't
it?'
Yes" responded the pin. absent
mindedly, for very few pins, like very
few editors, have q sense of humor,
but think it must be broken off now.
| haven't been worn for three months,
and l believe she was married to a for
eigner, so the lamp on his dressing case
told me, and it read the letter, l think.
Anyway feel sorry for him.
$50 do IT, replied the roach, impul-
sively. ''But he'll get over it. If he
can only lose his temper with her and
quit grieying, then he is safe. Well, [
must be going now. Good-day. Much
obliged to You for your information. "
Then with a reckless haste the insect
started across the editors paper for the
inkstand.
"Confound these bugs" remarked
the editor, crustily, as he picked mp the
PAPER weight and placed it heavily on
the insect. every time | see one of
them | am reminded of that hideous
pin which, by the way, must throw
away"
Il think" observed the scarf-pin to
himself, with a little shudder, as the
editor resumed his work, ''that he is in
fair way to recover. ~ Y. Graphic.