The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1890-04-19
AN EDITOR PARALYzED.
How Cupid Made a Successful Attack
on MIR. CIugstOn's Heart.
[Chicago Tribune.l

and proprietor OF DoodleVlile lelper,
raised his head moment and glanced
at the intruder, and then with the look
of intense preoccupation that may be
observed on the face of a man engaged
in giving his whole mind to the pro-
duciion of an intellectual masterpiece,
he resumed his work.
Mr.. Clugston was writing an appeal
10 his PAPER house. He was asking
little more time on his last monthly
bill Of $lS s3. In eloquent, touching
and well rounded periods he told them
of the rayages OF the grip In the vlcin-
ity of Doodleyille, tue duli times IN
the drv-goods stores and consequent
falling off in advertising and job
work. He spoke OF the amounts out
standing on subscriptions that were
perfectly good and would be paid in
time, and promised to remit the s1S.-
SO at the earliest possible moment.
In closing be wished to express his
appreciali IN of the accommodating
spirit they had always exhibited tow
ard him. and would take the oppor.u-
nity to order two reams Of 5-pound
note heads, 800 3-ply Bristol cards,
size 4S, 500 Xxx light buff envelopes,
No. @, and | pound of Van Blubber's
roller composition.
81 beg your pardon, ma'am,' he
said to the visitor, "for keeping you
waiting, but | was at work at some
thing | could cot lay aside
The caller, tall young woman OF
severely literary aspect, begged he
wouldn't mention it--she was familiar
with the strains of mental labor and
its exactness.
"Many time, she remarked, "have
been so intensely occupied In the
production of a poem that even a sum-
mons To dinner has gone unheeded. ,
Mr.. Clugston looked al her with
undisgusbed establishment. This was
height of literary absorption to
which he had never attained.
My object IN calling, Mr.. Clug-
sion,n she continued, "is 10 ask the
insertion of these lines IN the next
weeks Yelper. There are, us you will
see, nineteen stanzas. The subject Is
Spring Blossoms, and -----n
Al IN y observed the editor, glanc-
ing at il hastily, "Miss-ah-"
My name is Miss Gumwell."
Z" have no doubt, Miss Gumwell,
that this poem is one OF great merit.
am not in TIE habit, however, OF
accepting poetlcal contributions with
view Ia making any-aw = pecuniary
return for them"
"Certalnly not, hr. C.ugston,
hastily replied the lair visitor. "On
the contrary | am prepared 10 pay
regular rates for the insertion OF this
production.
"To pay regular ratesl' gasped the
editor.
"Of course | am no stranger, Mr..
Cmgst)n, either 10 the high literary
merit of your paper or It's value as an
advertising medium. In my home in
the neighborihg town of Punkinvllle |
have been accustomed for years to
read il eagerly, aud feel as if | were
already we'll acquainted with you. |
have come To Doodlevilie to embark
in business, AMI this poem, which be-
gins with allusion to flowers, foliage
aud the glorious promise of spring
time, winds up with explicit direct
ions to have your bonnets and hats
trimmed ut Miss Gumwel's mill merry
emporium, two blocks south of the
YeIper Office
Miss Cumwell took out "A handsome
and welI-filled portemonaie.
transient advertising" she said,
according 10 your schedule of rates,
is 10 cents per line. There are rs
lines in this poem. AT 10 cents a
line it would come to $l1.40. Here
is the money"
And she handed to the astonished
chief of the Doodlevile Yelper a $50
blll and waited calmly for the change.
miss Gumwell,' exclaimed Mr..
Clugstone, his voice trembling with
excitement, Il am man of sudden
impulses. You say you feel as if |
had gained deeper insight into your
your nature than years of ordinary
acquaintance could have given.
Editor Clugston loosened his collar,
cleared his throat and continued
"In matters where the inner feel
ings, the = the hearts holiest emo
tions are concerned, Miss Gumwell,
sordid considerations have no place.