The morning call., 1892-12-10
THE SPORTING EDITOR.

Ill III ON 1lNN LII ONs
/ was sitting in my office contemplating
the galley-rack and shaping for the Clarion
q policy that should render that sheet ia
nous and place the metropolis of TiImipas
in a position to control by her dictum the
destinies of this proud State. when the door
opened and admitted the hero of this vera
cious narrative.
knew him at once as an old newspaper
mantle fraternity is marked one and you
can't mistake one Of It's members whether
up or down the ladder. This one bowed
and asked If the editor was in. I intimsted
that | was the funetlonary sought and he at
once introduced his errand. He was down
In his luck and badly in need of Job. He
had worked upon nearly every paper of note
In the State, bad been sporting editor Of one
Of The great city dailies and horse-reporter
on one or two others. He expressed will
iDgness TO do locals or editorials, as the case
might be. hustle for ads, coneiiste warning
factions. make collections and pull" the
paper on press nights. He would work
cheap; could sleep in the office and live on
crackers, for a time; he'd been foolish /;
drank himself off a good desk at San Jose
and wanted a chance to straighten up and
get ready to try again.
i studied him carefully. He was evil
IDENTITY pretty far down toward the bottom
OF the ladder. His hands trembled and
there was the far-away look in his eyes that
comes OF too steady gaze at the ale when it
Is amber IN the glass, but for all that he had
an air OF capability, and it happened that
was at That time in urgent need of tempo
rary assistance. On the impulse OF the
moment | decided 10 give him the chance TO
earn the few dollars the Clarion could nav
for his services.
He went to work with a will and that
week not an item In all 1ilmipas escaped
his argus eye, from the whiteWashing of
Michael RoOney's stovepipe to the con-
stables capture Of a city burglar in Cap
tain Breen's haybarn. We had a great
newspaper / began to consider fmpor-
t2nt business demanded my presence in one
of the northern counties, but ! had been
putting of the trip for lack OF time to leave
the paper. Could l not trust this windfaIl
10 pilot the Clarion Alright for a single
week? After due elaboration ] decided
that l would risk him, and made my prep
aTatiOns to depart. The editorial matter
was carefully prepared, Mrs Professor
Spillkins' recent musicale had been appro-
pTiatey written up and there was only the
correspondence TO edit and the local col
umns to prepare. / left elaborate instrue-
leaving the office package arrived. Open
ing 1t, found it TO be a dainty blue-and-
gold volume of poems from the pen of
Miss Aspirina Button, Tilmipss' well
known poetess. had been in
formed that the little volume would
put in an appearance, and that | would be
expected tOnotice it, and | groaned in spirit
as l read the title, Pebbles From Tilmipas
Greek" | had read some Of the pebbles in
manuscript, and had even been forced to
admit them into the columns of the Clarion.
A happy thought occurred to me. Just
give this little book q nice notice, Mr..
Splinter" 1 said. She'll expect half-a-
dozen stirkfuls, at the least" and | hurried
away. was gone one day over week. [
should have remained a day or two longer,
but. filled with anxiety at hearing no hing
from my proxy, | shortened my business
and FASTENED home. Nearing Tlmipas, at
neghborlng town, who should board the
train but Miss Button. / smiled and bowed.
when TO my surprise she arose from her seat
and stalked down the aisle into the next
car. WELL" | reflected, "has the poetic
sffiatus turned her head?" and as the
train was bullIng ur at the Ilimipas sta
ton. gathered up my traps and descended
to the platform. fanced such of my fell
low-townsmen as were assembled there
gazed at me curiously. and l became more
and more uneasy as | received several cool
greetings while on my way up to the Office.
went directly into the sanctum, sat down
al my desk. and began to look over the &C
cumulated mail. There were a number Of
postal cards, all singularly alike.
"Yo GU needn't send the Clarion to me
no more, wrote one subscriber. "If
the Clarion can't do any better than
insult genius In our midst / don't want it "
said another. stop my paper" was ali a
third had written. Iu dismay l seized the
latest copy of the Clarion and glanced
down its columns. The editorials were all
right; the correspondence seemed unusu-
ally good; the locals were-good heaFensi
nearly tainted as / saw the flaming head
lines at tbs top oil th6 local mage.
PEGASUS LosEsl
MISS AsPTRINA BUTTON BEATS HIM IN FAIR
RACE.
THE WINGED sTEED ISN'T IN 1T AND TIE
TILEIPAs FILLY HAS 1T ALL HER own
WAY DOWN THE HoM EsTRErcH
Another record broken" l read, as nv
borror-streken brain recovered its balance
"and the bookles on Olympus need never
again expect to play Pegasus on the talent
as favorte. TilmIpas is to the fore now,
and all the poetic honors will soon be car
rted of by the dashing little FLY from up
the creek, who is carrying her blue and
gold colors TO the winning post in great
shape. She's got them done up in the
prettiest little book you ever saw, short in
the back, well coupled up, easy TO handle,
and giving Pegasus rafting race from the
word 60: The FLY sets the pace and cuts
Iesasus WORK out Tor BIN from the start.
Here's the clip she gets away at; just hear
1t hum.
Tremendous bigness, come forth from thy retreatf
hurl my souPs defiance forth upon the circumsm-
bent blue
Nor crouch me at thy feet
Pegasus can't beat that and he knows il.
put ne makes good 90 for it. and nearly
laps the lilly at the turn with one OF the
sort OF stanZss that he used to waltz around
the track with ahead Of all corners. but IT 8
easy 10 see he's badly broken up; one of his
meters goes dead lame and at the
quarter his lines go off their feet altogether.
while Miss Aspirina trots right along M
the backs reich like this:
Should u Shall matter thus ensiave the lofty
mindf
What is the matterf yassal. seek ana hndi
Grasp the majestic thunderbolt ana cast 1t 10 the
wind
And GO IL blindi
THAT'S the pace. gentlemen. She came
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