Connecticut western news., 1892-03-24
HIS INSPIRATION.
The Greatest Effort of His Life and Its
 Fearful Effect.

The Grestsst Effort 0f His Life and Its
 Fearful Effect.
 Horrors, what an obscure hand you writer saia the literary editor to the new space writer as he turned in d bit of poetry. "Oh, it's plain enough" interiected the poet hastily. 'rhe rhymes and the meter will help the compositor out, and there'l not be the least bit of trouble if they just follow copy"
 And the copy went hustling up the tube 10 the composing room.
 "Sa-ay, what dod-gasted chump has been sendin in his Chinese laundry bill for copy" wildly yelled ont Slug 10, wiping n sudden burst of pers'cAttion from his fore head and glaring at ", last take "I can't make head or tail out of this thingr'
 Well, Chinese or no Chinese" cried the hurrying foreman. make whatever you can out of it and snagit mp in mighty short orler, for we're late now"
 And the type fairly jumped from the case into the stick.
 Good ca'sar!' gasped the proofreader, clutching at his brow. Are my eyes fail ing or is this premonition of nervous prostrationy" Then he rubbed his eyes and stared. By the gods! either pve got the blind staggers or Slug l0's on royal tootp'
 At that instant a scream came down the spout: Rush that proof along, for heav- ems sakel We're late.
 The proofreader- groaned. galloped down the column, heSitated and then desperate ly thrust the slip into the tube, huskily murmuring, "l compared it with the copy and that's as near us can get to Hebrew these days"
 That night the new space writer hur- riedly wrapped up and addressed d copy of i. into the mail with this brief note:
 My oSLIEsT SWEET AND DEAREST MARIE-I send you number of the Sunday supplement containing my little poem. Your face was an ever present Inspiration to me when wrote and happy thoughts of you inspired every sentence. Here you will find expressed what l have ever felt toward you but have hardly dared to voice before. Till death, etc.
 Miss Marie Cort landt Van Clifton glanced through the tender note. blushed with pleasure and hurriedly opening the paper read:~
 When the breeze from the bluebottle's blus-
 tering bliss
 Twirls the toads in a tooroomaloo,
 And the whiskery whine of the wheedlesome whim
 Drowns the roll of the rattattatoo.
 Then l.dream in the shade of the shally-go- shoe.
 And the voice Of the ballymolay Brings the smell of stale poppy -cods blum mered in blue
 From the willy-wad over the day.
 An, the shuddering shoo and the blinketty- blanks When the punglung falls from the bough In the blast of hurricane's hicketty hanks On the hills of the hocketty-howi Give the rigamarole to the clangery wang, If they care for such fiddlededee: But the thingumbob kiss of the whangery- bang Keeps the higgledy-piggle for me L'ENvoI It is pilly-po-dodde and Rligobung
 When the !oly-pop covers the ground, Yet the poldiddle perishes punkety-pung
 When the heart jimmy-coggles around. If the soul cannot snoop at the giggle-some
 care.
 Seeking surcease in gluggety-glug,
 It Is useless to say to the pulsating heart,
 "panky -,loodle eker-chuggety-chugr'
 The new space writer and Miss Marie Cortlandt Van Clifton are not engaged now.-Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.