Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1893-01-12
BROKE TIE ENGAGEMENT.
a Young Lovers Bad Handwriting Re
spOnsibie for It All

HpouAAnlC AoE IL al
Horrors, what an obscure hand you
writer said the literary editor TO the
new space writer, as he turned in a bit
Of poetry.
"Oh, it's plain enough" interjected
the poet, hastily. The rhymes and
the meter will help the compositQr out,
and tberell be not the least 0it OF
trouble if they just follow the copy"
Aud the manuscript was hustled up
the tube 70 the composing room.
"Sa-ay, what dod-gastgd chump has
been sendin' flo his Chinese laundry bill
for copy?" wildly yelled out slug 10,
wiring a sudden burst Of perspiration
from his forehead and gIaring at his
last take. Il can't make head or tail OF
tliS thlngl"
"WeH, Chinese or no Chinese" cried
q q hurrying foreman, "make whatever
YOU can out of 10 and suag it up 10
mighty short order, for we're late
now"
And the type fairly jumped from the
case into the stick.
GOOD Cpsarw gasped the proof
reader, clutching at his brow. Are
my eyes failing or is this premOnition
OF nervous prOstration?' Then he rub
bed his eyes and stared. "By the gods.
either I've got the blind staggers or
slug los on q royal tOOt.
At that instant scream came down
the spout: crush that proof along for
heavens sake! We're late"
The proOi-reader groaued, galloped
down the column, hesitated, and then
-f- ri A
tube, huskily murmuring: Il compared
IL with the copy aud that's as near as l
can get TO Hebrew these days
That night the new space writer hur-
riedly wrapped up and addressed a copy
of the issue without a glance and drop
ped 10 into the mail, with this brief
note:
MY Onliest Sweet and Dearest Ma
rie-I send you a number Of the Sunday
supplement containing my little poem.
Your face was an ever-present inspira-
ton 20 me when i wrote, and happy
thoughts OF you inspired every sentence.
Here you will ind expressed what /
have ever felt toward you, but have
hardly dared TO voice before. Till
death, &C."
Miss Marie Cortlandt Van Clifton
glanced through the tender note, blush
ed with pleasure, and hurriedly opening
the paper read:
TO MARIE
When the breeze from the bluebojtle's blustsr.
ing blim
TwirlS the toads Tn "a toOroomaloo,
And the whiskering whine OF she wheedlesome
whim
browns tho roll OF the rattatst,oo,
Then y dream In the shade OF the shaliy go
shee
And The voice OF the b,llymolay
Brings the smell OF the stale pOppy-cods blum
meret blee
From the Nilly-wad over the way,
Alb, the shuddeung shoe and she bhnketty-
blanks
When tho pungllng falls from the boush
in the blast OF q hurricanes hicSetty-h hanks
over the hills OF the hocSetty-how,
Give the risamarCle Oh the clauEery wang,
m they care for such 1ddIede-lec;
But the thinEumboh SiSs the Whaugery bang
Keeps The higglscy-pigcle tor ms.
L'ENvoL
l. pilly-po-doldie and al-obung
when the lcl.ypop cove-s th ground,
Yet the p0ididdIe perlshes plunHety-p
when the hear- jimmy Goggles around.
~ the soul cannot snOop 90 the gl-gie-Some cart
Seeking surcease IN Elugcety -lUg,
4 IL Is useless 90 say To- the pul>auuE heart,
4 "Yankee-dOodle ker-chuggety-c
I The new space writer and Miss Marie
Cortlandt Van Clifton are not engaged