The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-05-09
BACK TO ST. LOUIS.
Awful Destiny of an Editor Refused by
Beaven and the Other Place.

Beeven and the Other Place.
Eugene Field in the CHICAGO Netrs.
So far as we know there is nowhere a
man with a keener wit or gentler humor
than Joseph B. McCullagh's An eighteen
years residence in ST. LOUIS has not dulled
this gentleman's wit nor debased his humor.
In the profession of j urnalism be is fdciIe
pTtncepS, and in all the relations Of private
social life he exhibits vivacity aud be-
nightly which has endeared him to all. If
the bright things said in the course of a
month by this remarkable man could be
gathered together in a volume what a
charming book that would bel
The latest capital story told by Mr.. Nc
Cullagh was at a dinner in st. Louis last
week, dinner given by number of his
intimate friends, to Col. j. c. Normile on
the eve of that eminent diplomats DEPART
ure for Cuba. The story was at the expense
of st. Louis, yet it was so good a one that
neither Mr.. McCullagh nor any other loyal
st. Louisan can seriously object to its repe-
tition.
Mr.. McCullagh had been expressing the
hope that, spurred by the example of her
sister cities, st. Lous would grid herself up
to actual endeavor. She had been idIing
too long. Unless reactionery tactics were
adopted every citizen would be likely to
suffer the experience which Mr.. McCullagh
had had illustrated to him las he averred) IN
dream OF singular vividness.
He dreamed that having died, he made
his way TO heaven and knocked Justify at
the beautiful jasper gate thereof. An old
gentleman with a venerable beard came to
the gate, and, poking his head through the
pickets of the gate, inquired: who's
therep'
sit is l." answered McCullagh.
Yes, yes. so see," said the saint, "but
who are youF'
81 am Joseph B. McCullagh of ST. Louis,
No., editor of the Globe Democrat, !"
answered McCullagh.
"Well, Joseph, what do you wan:a' asked
the saint
II want to get in there" responded Nc
Cullagh.
"Well, you can't get in here, Joseph, ="
said the saint, with distinct information of
sympathy. Pm sorry for yon. but we've
got no room for you. You'll have to try the
| other place."
OF course this made McCullagh feel very
| badly; it was a good deal of a disappoint-
ment to him. But, determined not to be
left out in the cold, he trudged off down
ward, and presently brought up at the door
of-of-Well, suppose we call it las the saint
did the other pla e."
mot so bad as it might be- thought Nc
| Cullagh, as he knocked Justify at the door.
| be did not have to knock twice, for lnstan-
taneously the door opened and the leering
face of the arch fiend himself was thrust
| inquiringly forth.
"Whos there?" asked the hideous imp,
at is /, answered McCullagh.
"Well. yes, so | should say" quoth the
fiend, but who-pardon my iguorance-who
are your
81 am Joseph R. McCullagh of ST. Louis,
Mo-, editor of the Democrat, "
answered McCullsgh
'Ah, indeed" said Satan. "Well, Joe,
what do you wantT
II want to get in there" answered Nc
Cullagh.
Satan pulled in his head for a few mos
ments, then thrusting it forth again-"Joe.'
said he. a don't find your name down in
our books and can't let you ill.,"
but you'll have to-" cried McCullagh.
'Tve just been TO the other place and they
wouldn't have me there; I'm bound to get
in herem
NO." said Satan, firmly but kindly
I'm very sorry for you. Joe, but it can't
be help ID. can't let you I'M"
With that, Satan banged the door, and
McCullagh was left standing outside, alone
disconsolate, hopeless.
Then the horror of the only alternative
presented to the wretched McCullagh i'm
PEELED the awful cry that like volcanic
outburst issued from his pallid lips: "Great
Cesar have got to go back to st. LOUISE