Morning journal and courier., 1889-02-21
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 From the Lincoln QJeb.) Journal.
 "As we pen these Ines," wrote the able editor, "our eyes are rivers of tears and our soul is fraught with poignant woe. A gen. tie, luminous star, that shone more lustrous than all the stars around her, has died out and is dead forever. Gladys Swivelhurt- Gladys the beautiful, the young, is dead"
 At this juncturs the foreman entered the editors room and informed him that short item was necessary to fill the last column on
 ''We must have money to carry on our business. Several hundred dollars are due us, and if they are not forthcoming imme- diately the accounts will be placed in the hands of collector"
 Having dashed this of, he continued the article about the dead one.
 'Her life and death reminds me of the short but beautiful existence of the flower born under smiling skies, nourished by gen. tie breezes, only to be cut off by the pitiless winds from the north. It seems like an unhallowed dream-that Gladys is dead; but she is doubly dead, in that she died so young"
 Here he was called to the telephone, and was instructed by the manager of the Brokeslate Coal Company to write and print short reading notice for that corporation, and he ct once compiled this:
 "Every mans house should be his palace, and 8 palace would be very uncomfortable without warmth. The prudent man will order his coal of the Brokeslate Coal Com pany. This coal is free from dirt, dust and clinkers. It 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:
 ''It was in the morning of the wedding day; the golden glow of the sunlight stream ing into her chamber seemed promise of a life of happiness to come, but ere the shad- ow of the evening had fallen upon 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 a note per, soon sent the following to the printers:
 ''Jamss Cobbleton tells good joke on Andy Shellborn. For several nights the latter has been annoyed by cattle which broke into his yard, causing general havoc. At last, enraged beyond endurance, he bought gun, and hearing the usual racket in the garden about midnight, he opened the window of his room and blazed away. In 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: tWe have watched this young girl grow from childhood to young and glorious womanhood. We have watched her when she went by like @ sunbeam and marveled at her beauty; and to-day we see the bridal robes substituted by the clinging cerements of death, and our tears seem drops of blood ebbing from a crushed and anguished heart"
 When this was written reporter entered | the room and handed him a marked copy of local contemporary, after reading which he rapidly penned the following: "The scurrilous dishrag which is published l in an obscure alley iu this town by lopeared l leper who spends his evenings trying to wash the tar of his body with benzine, says that we received $50 for supporting General Etrutover for the office of constable. It is scarcely worth while for us to brand this as an infamous lie which would make Ananias green with envy, were it not for the fact that there are people who do not know the l true character of the moral and physical l wreck making the charge. We do brand it I as lie, therefore. and as lie we will cram | 1t down the craven throat of the degenerate coward who uttered it."
 | The obituary was then taken up again: | "In this, the dark hour of our sorrow, we have the sweet consolation of knowing that the gentle Gladys, too lovely for the harsh blasts and tempests of earth, Is now where the tear never falls, where the sigh is never heard, where the footballs of death never echo on the jasper streets. We can only hope in the uncertain future, when we, too have crossed the waters of the river oi death, we can meet her there; there where the chorus swells forever and snowy pinioni fan the perfumed air."
 Another telephone message and the editor taking fresh slip of paper, seribbled this:
 town to-day with broad smile on account of handsome boy baby who has taken uE his abode at the house. Tom has the con
 gratulations of ye editor"
 Then he wrote the final sentence of tht death notice:
 ssThis is indeed a sweet thought yee " are Striken with sorrow that in all the weary