St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-02-12

at first surprised and then frightened.
Finally he said, d0ggeGly: There's no
use arguing with a woman. She would
kick against the arrangements of Para
disc. But, scream or smile, it's done,
and you'll have to stand it, And out he
stamped from the room, and | haven't
seen him since"
"Done?" repeated Paul. vacantly.
''Why, yes. Haven't you seen it in
the papers?
Alas, Paul was forced to explain that
owing to circumstances beyond his coll
troll he had lost intimacy with the daily
press. ut is in every one OF them,"
continued the girl. "The offer mean.
A full page advertisement. with dis
gushing descriptions and conditions and
-and-everything. And, oh, how
ashamed am! And how can | expect
any one to care for me? And-and-
Go, leave mew And poor Eunlce, in
sobs, found the refuge Of her sex.
owe don't expect what we have
said Paul after little. There is but
one thing for us to do. We must fly"
Ely! On what?'
On what, indeed The wings of Dada-
lus were mighty in comparison with
these which that one poor check could
produce. Paul became silent and
gloomy.
No" said Ennice, declsively, 81 have
thought it all over. You must be like
Nontrose and put your fate to the touch,
to gain or to lose it ALL You must
make me glorious by your pen"
"Of course! The contest! Why
will work night and day. l will eX
h0nsf fhN nf I ha 1rfl
talent; some even say genius. And IN
such a cause! Why, there's my ode,
10 Chloe you know whom l meant,
dear. Criticism said it was a felicitous
union of Browning and Shelley. OF
course, my chum Jack Briggs wrote the
article, but | really think he was sim
cere. Now | will rise to loftier strains"
And achieve the waste basket at
papa's first glance. He is to be the sole
judge. What do you think of that?"
Doubtless he is an expert on feet"
"On foot and not ON Pegasus, you'll
find him. Ii there is anything that he
utterly fails to comprehend and, there
fore, deSpiseS, it is your style of poetry.
Why, the other day he picked up the
magazine containing your sweet ode. 1t
happened to be opened at the very page.
WHATS all this nonsense about clothes"
he asked. Ha, ha. His sort of poetry
is like that sort of rowing | read of
lately, the git-thar stroke He main
tains that Mark Twain is the greatest
living poet solely on account of that
jingle about punching in the presence
OF the DasSengaire."
but what can do
Listen. and then you'll know. In
the first place, such preposterous
scheme is sure to cause public comment.
On, my poor little ears, how they will
burn. Go among your lively friends of
the press, and tell them that Peter Per-
rim Is fervent admirer of Shakespeare,
Swlnburne, and Of your prototype
Browning III particular. Say that his
hearts ayOcatiOn is the calculation Of
obscure passages, and that he could dis
cover beauty III the farrago of ma
MAC. Use your wits to inculcate the be-
lief that the victor must speak with the
tongue OF angels, not of men. 1t won't
be difficult to accomplish, for every tyrO
naturally dashes at the sublime, and
StumbleS over the bombastic. Poor papai
What a revenge I'm planning! | think |
can see him tearing manuscripts, and his
few remaining hairs alternately. What
a relief it will be when he comes upon
yours! ~
Shall l try blue trip slip for P.
Cab, no! Papa prefers the poetry of
his boyhood, for he has never gotten be-
You'd it. He's a self-made man, you
know, and Self-made men are men only
in the line Of their ambition. ISuppoSe
poor papa really did go to school once.
And then it was that he must have
learned How Doth the Busy Little
Bee The Boy Stood on the Burning
Deck and 'Fll Never Chew Tobacco,
Said Little Robert Reed These are
his ideals. He often quotes from them,
and gets red in the face and swellS all
over if one ventures to laugh. Pail.
dear, can't you do something after The
Busy Bee?'"
Il don't know" said Paul, modestly.
"1'll try. Let ME see. How doth the
Pancreatic Pea.''
THAT'S it. Oh, go onv'
"'Dispel each ache and groWl."
''Oh, Paul! You are so clever"
"By chasing microbes all the day."
ooh, dearl"
Through liver, light and'-and all
that sort of thing, you know. How will
that work up?"
"Divinely. 1t couldn't be better. I
could fairly hug you, sir. Do go now,
dear, and herald the news OF papa's
scholarship and send in your verse
Don't forget the dollar" Here Paul
WINGED, but brayely assented. Now
Pm sure this great trial will insure our
future happiness"
And, indeed, everything did transpire
as Eunice hoped. The scheme proved
gigantic success. The verses flut-
tered like midWlnter snowflakes. The
pellets were shipped by bales. And
pntn rJV1Sc Of lei,
doubled. Perhaps this prosperity, to-
gether with the reproachful memory of
his daughters words, SOftened the old
mans heart. Certain it is that on the
last day of the contest he called Eunice
TO him, and. as gently and as hesitat-
ingly as his natural restrictions per
mitted, said:
MY dear child, have here the verse
which at once struck my fancy, and of
which my deliberate judgment APP
proves. 1t is true poetry, unless the
teachings of my youth were erroneous,
and that my career denies. But it is
right that you should have a voice in
the decision, for if we can agree it will
be satisfactory conclusion of a most
satisfactory matter. Ahemw
Eunice trembled as she opened the
sheet. Then she sighed, oh, Sc bliss
fullyl as she softly read the first line ::
''HoW doth the Pancreatic Pea
Yes, papa" she exclaimed, 'this
embodies the true spirit of poesy. l
like the thought and the character of
the handwriting. For your sake con-
sent 10 take It's author for better or for
worse"
God girl" said the gratified parent.
''Mine be the task to clinch that better
and make it the best"