The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-04-03
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LITERARY WORK or ALI KINDS.
Pamphlets, Speeches, POETRY.
Irtrdte Correspondence a Specially.

Union square sometimes projects
some of its light into this hallway and
shows that the tin signs represent the
presence on the premises of divers art
lists, musicians and many Of those pro-
f~essionally unqualified persons who are
apt to become migratory on the recur-
renee of rent days. 1t also shows a
number of doors opening on the pas
sages, and above each a large number
on a metal strip of large dimensions.
A reporter who read the alliterative in
ventory Of the departments of letters to
which the inmate of room IS devoted
himself was led to visit that apartment.
1t was close and stufy. but rather
bright, For there was a tiame-colored
carpet in it and wall paper of a tropc-
Al warmth, not to speak of a cherry
wood desk, with a red baize top, and a
framed lithograph decidedly Turner
esque in its tints.
There was a figure at the desk, and
the reporter almost backed out and
abandoned his investigation at sight of
it. For it was not the kind of a literary
worker he calculated on finding. but a
tall person with the imperturbsble face
of an antique sculpture and a profusion
of very black and very oily ringles.
A woman it was, and one who did not
seem strikingly adapted for the
pamphlet, speech and poetic business,
however well she might do at private
correspondence. There was a certain
silence and immobility about her that
suggested q tombstone, and made her
seem just as reliable a repository for a
secret SO far as her voicing it was con-
cerned.
This statuesque female was not pre-
cisely the sort of person one felt like
appealing to for information, and the
reporter felt somewhat relieved when, |
on declaring that he was in quest of
the ''boss literary worker and head
paniandrum of the bureau" a little
door he had not noticed was opened
and a gentleman was disclosed in a
sort of lighted closet struggling with
some manuscript. He was a middle
aged gentleman in an alpaca coat,
with an oppressively solemn owl rest
ing its leaden bulk on his black scarf.
He motioned the reporter into his
den, and then the gentleman with the
emblem of wisdom said, smilingly:
'You would like to put something in
writingp"
The reporter intimated that hat was
his mission. /
Hum! Private in its character"
asked he of the owl. A.,
mot at all. For general reading. I
ooh, | see. Advertisements
NO. said the reporter. my OBJ
jet"
Little poem, perhaps' or speech, ehP
For meeting or something"
"Not at ALL ~"rs~t /,
well, any information you may
give will be received in confidence
md"
"One moment interrupted the re- S
"Thcre you hit it. Informa-
ionP But I've not come to give any. I
just what | am here to get" Fl
Really" said the literary worker, /
md his eyelids arose several degrees. q
Pray, what is itp' Is
The reporter said a literary bureau I
T this kind was something of which r
he public knew little, and it yearned 4
, know just what long-felt popular b
ant it filled. b
"Oh, / see,'' said the other. "No b
ocret, about it-that is, its workings Il
owever silent we may be about the IL
ersonnel Of our patrons" 81
by the bye, who are they gener- d
Typ" h,
"Very frequently ladies. My assist HI