The Red Cloud chief., 1889-02-08
Ths WESTERN EDITOR.
Slightly Ni1sd ChaPaesee - nh Lsboes In
The Literary IlaA.

the literary Iis~
AS we pen these lines wrote the
able editor. our eyes arc rivers OF
tears. and our soul Is fraugh, with
poignant woe A gentle. luminous
star that shone more lus,rous than all
the starr about her. has died out. and
IL dead forever. Gladly Swivelhurst-
Gladys. the beautiful the young. Is
dead.
At this ju~ncture the foreman entered
the able editors room and informed
him that . short item Was necessary to
fill the last column on the second page.
and the editor wrote this:
I'VE must have money to carry on
our business. Several hundreds Of
dollars are due Us. and il they Are not
forthcoming Immediately the accounts
will be placed in the hands OF . col
lector."
Having dashed this OF he contin ued
the article about the dead one:
"Her life and death reminds US OF
the short but beautiful existence OF the
flower: born under smiling skies nour.
ished BY gentle brcezes. only 70 be cut
OF BY the pitiless wind from the north.
1t seems like al unhsllowed dream
that Gladys is dead. but she is doubly
dead. in that she died % young"
Here he VAS called to the telephone.
and was instructed by the manager o!
the Brokeslate Coal Company To write
and print a short reading notice for
that corporation. and he ut once COM
piled this:
Every mans house should he his
palace. and a palace would be- very I'M
comfortable without warmth. The
prudent man will order his cOal from
the Brokeslate Coal Company. This
coal Is free from dirt. dust and clinkers.
1t burns freely and gives great heat.
Purchasers will always receive full
weight. and having used this coal once
will buy no other"
Then the death notice was continued:
ut was the morning Of the wedding
day; the golden glow OF the sunlight.
streaming into her chamber. seemed a
promise OF a life OF happiness to come:
but ere the shadows Of the evening had
fallen % the brown earth the deeper
and colder shadows Of death dimmed
those tender eyes. left the damp upon
her beautiful brow. and all was over"
Here a messenger boy handed him u
note. lie read it. and taking another
sheet OF paper soon sent the following
to the printers:
james CObbleton tells q good joke
on Andy ShellhOrn. For several nights
the latter had been annoyed by cattle
which broke into his yard. causing
general havoc. At last. enraged be-
yOnd endurance. he bought a gun. and.
hearing the usual racke: in the garden
about midnight. he opened the window
OF his room and blazed away. Ia the
morning he found that he had shot one
OF his own cows. which had broken
from the stable and wandered into the
yard. The laugh is on Andy"
He again resumed the obituary:
I'VE have watched this young girl
grow from childhood toyoung and glor-
iOus ~womanhOOd. We have watched
her when she went by like a sunbeam
and marveled NJ her beauty. and to-day
we see the bridal robes substituted by
the clinging cerements o! death and our
tears seem drops Of blood cbbing from
q crushed and anguished heart
When this was written n reporter
entered the room and handed him n
marked copy Of "a local contemporary.
after reading which he rapidly penned
the following:
1.-The scurrilous dish-rag which Il.
published In al obscure alley OF this
by a %lop-earcd leper who spends
his evenings trying TO wash the tar on
his body with bcnzine. says that we re-
ceived fifty dollars for supporting Gen
Strutover for the otice of consta-
bic. 1t is scarcely worth while for us
brand this rs an infamous lie, which
would make Ananias green with envy.
it moi for the fact that there are
who do not know the true char |
acter Of the moral and physical wreck
making the charge. We do brand 1; as
lie. and therefore a. . lie We will
cram it down the craven throat OF tho
degenerate coward who uttered it."
The obituary was taken up again:
''ln this. the dark hour Of our sor-
We have the sweet consolation OF
knowing that the gentle Gladys. too
for the harsh blasts and tenn
pests Of earth. 10 now where the tear
never falls. where the sigh is never
heard. where the footballs OF death
never echo on the jasper streets. We
only hope that in the uncertain
uture when We. too. have crossed the
waters OF the river Of death. We can
meet her theirs - there where the
swells forever and snowy pin.
Ons fan the perfumed air"
Another telephone message. and the
ditOr. taking a fresh slip OF paper.
cribbled this:
General Tom Brighton is going
bout town to-day With . broad smile
account Of . handsome boy baby
rho has taken up his abode ., the
'ouse. Tom has the congratulations
{ ye editor.
Then he wrote the 6nal sentences Of
be death notice:
This 10 indeed . sweet thought Jet
70 r stricken with sorrow that in nj,
10 weary years 70 come ~ can hear
q voice nc NOR But What avail
We can NOT apeak tia thon~hta