The Meeker herald., 1894-06-09
A Slip of the Pen.

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~ times when the type is exonerated
flpm error. Typographical errors are
naade to cover up such multitude of
st4e that it is refreshing to find an oc-
c1 onal blunder in no wise attributable
t61ype. but reverting directly and point
ed1f to the man who made the copy.
TIfs Is one of those cases.
is an amusing incident Of seaside
journalism. Everybody bankers for
newspaper praise at the beach, and 1t is
til aim of the reporter to take compli-
mlptary cognizance of their presence as
SON after arrival as possible. Some
da1s, however, the influx at the hotels
u bster than can be delicately told in
dl aon. There is not time to meet or
ekn see all, and it sometimes happens
tn the reporter dilates upon an indi-
vfduai about whom he has not the ~.
moteet acquaintance. personally or in
directly, concerning his or her DISPOSE
tion. inclination, proclivities or previ-
GUS condition of servitude. The name
is taken from the hotel register, and BY
noting the residence, studying the CHR
ography, aud securing pointer or two
from the clerk, everybody gets q pleas
ant ''send-off.r There are no blanks.
In nine cases out of ten there is an ap-
proximate tit. Here is the tenth case:
Among the many charming arrivals
at Hotel Fiske yesterday was Miss Rose
lithegate, of Rochester, N. Y. One
of the gay debutantes of northern New
York society, with her bright eyes and
sunny face, Miss Lithegate promises to
agreeablv excite social life at this popu-
lar hOstelry. She is a particular favor
lite among the young men, is a bewitch-
ing cOnversationalist, and on the waxen
floor of the ball room glides through the
dizzy maze with astonishing ease and
grace. 1t will be good news for the
pleasure seekers to learn that Miss
Lithezate is to be with us for pro-
tracted stay"
The paper was issued at S o'clock a.
m. For the next two hours all was
quiet and repose. Then the heavens
fell. Looking suddenly up from the
desk in the oaice, there stood before me
mighty and stoical form of IA female
with scant crop OF corkscrew curls
and decidedly woman's reform face.
With brows heavily knit and every
muscle and ligament full Of fire and en-
ergy, this towering form looked down
upon me with all the naughty disdain
Of proud potentate. She was in the
sixties; her hair was gray and her great
dat and bony face somewhat wrinkled.
A more veritable virago never trod the
streets Of Sparta. Thinking she might
be victim OF sotne hall0cination. and
was about to use mo ~ target, I arose
and Quiveringly said:
'Good morning. madame. Can l 10
of any service to you ?"
Service, service, my young maui"
said ths woman. "You have been Of
too much service already, you have.
Did you write that item2" said she,
holding up the paper and pointing at
the above personal with all the impetu-
0sity Of tragedienne.
"Oh, certainly, was intending"
do you mean to tell me you deliber-
ately wrote those slanderous, disgrace
full lines ?" continued the woman.
"Well, You see, was"
"Who gave you authority, young
man? demand it," shouted the
woman in stentorian tones.
II beg pardon, beg pardon, you see
the way of it was 1 called to-" Here
the reporter was again interrupted.
Its false, it's false, every word of it.
never danced in all my life. Through
trust In my Master was never led into
the evil ways, and to think of placing
me among the foibles and frivolities Of
shallow society! 1t was cruel. cruel"
1t was not the sunny face and spark
ling eyes of that personal, oil, no!
II expect it happened, my dear ma
dame" said the reporter in another des-
perate attempt at extenuation, Through
a concatenation of circumstances by
which"
Young man, do you know who am?
1 am q travelling missionary of the
Methodist church, and all my long years
have been spent in Gods vineyard. l
simply stopped over here one night on
my way to missionary convention
down east"
1t was brisk half-hour session, but
by curious combination Of explana-
tories that didn't explain or even mean
anything, this gaunt and cumbrous be-
ing became. in q measure, palliated, and
reluctantly departed.
Il No moro imaginative personals ap-
peared In print that season.
She tsuspiciouslyEHenry. what is a
poker chip He (frankly)-It's q chip
of poker, suppose. Did guess 1t