The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1897-11-13

St Peter was looking mednauNe}y out
OF the goifien gates toward the earth. II
was beautiful Sabbath day ana from The
temples within the heavenly domain
stole sweet and plaintive music that
would have wooed a soul in purSatary.
The golden sunshine played upon stately
ediilces aud mansions of delicate and en-
trancing lcyeliness huilt in the sinilitude
ef Il dream--so frai. and n9aGtlfui n-
deed that they passed the power Of words
to describe Outside the golden safes the
scene was not unloveiy. Just below him
he could see the spires of Brooklyn
ard the sky-scrapers of New York, with
the Statue OF Liberty listening TO the
great men from Ohio and Nevada VINO
had come to save New York city from the
people. Further on IA spot Of smut des~
ignated Pittsburg. Beyond sat Cincinnati
like stein of beer upon the landscape.
Boston reposed in beautiful self~righteous-
ness on the bay. Philadelphia hay fast
asleep in the sun. Then ind!stinct but
graceful outlines Of a wonderful pile of
architecture appropriately surrounded by
the Seven Lamps indicated the site Of
the Union depot of Nashville. The fam
ing sword Of Captain Gibson was hung up
over Knoxville. A star-eyed goddess WIN
upiifted glass pointed out the location Of
Louisville. A crown OF golden clouds
hung over Memphis and Illuminated the
bust of Andrew jackson in Court square.
The nine muses. with outstretched wings
surrounded the Office Of the Hardnan
Free Press. and few silver clouds were
massed over the Chicago platform.
As the eye OF St. Peter wandered dream
lily over the earthly scene. he observed an
old man climbing the cloud-paVed way
that leads from earth To Paradise. He got
out his register accordingly and prepared
to receive the newcomer. The old man
brought nothing with him bat huge roll
of blank paper. He was very tired when
he arrived a. the gate and ST Peter kind
ly waited for him TO recover his breath.
rs this ParadIse9'' he asked.
1T is said ST. Peter. What Is your
name9''
Charles A. Dana
What Is your occupationg'
Il am an editor
Then walk right In. II is not necessary
10 ask any more questions. All editors
look alike 10 u.s.
well. I'm sorry 10 hear that. II !
thought looked like Larry Godkin, or
Jskey Einstein | think | would put up
at the other place. II they were here
II spoke metaphoricaiIy," said st. Peter
with a smile. What I meant 10 say was
that heaven is always open to journalists
So come right in. Mr.. Dana, and make
yourself At home
BY the way" said Uncle Dana hesitat-
ingly rs there party here by the name
OF Cleveland, Grover ClevelandT
mot yet" said st. Peter. hut we ex-
poet him some day. A great and good
man. Mr.. Dana
Great and good nothing" quickly re-
sponded Uncle Dana. at Is evident that
you do not know aim. Thank heaven. /
got here first. ] shall make IL my business
10 start q campaign Of education here on
the evils of Clevelandism. In fact. shall
make II the mission of my life to keep
that man ont of Paradise
But. Mr.. Dana" mildly interrupted St
Peter, don't you think you had better
leave all those thoughts behind you? Re-
member that Paradise Ia conducted entire
iy on non-psrtissn lines. Free trade and
protection play no part in our life. The
silver question is never discussed here
Government by Injunction is all Greek to
us"
do you mean Ia tell me that your plat
form does not condemn Organism and the
Chicago procla ti0n OF anarchy and SO
c!alism?" fiercely demanded Uncle Dana
Alas We have no platform We have
no need of it, said 81. Peter with Il
smile.
Then the poison Of Organism has
reached even here said Uncle Dana
''Eut IL must not be- Not 10 condemn the
Chicago platform is 10 encourage the
friends OF disorder and tue foes OF So
ciety. Heaven must he saved. and if can
only be done through the Republican
party. How wish Tom Plat was here
But perhaps | can find my old friend, Ben
Butler. know he would help me 10
strange Organism and keep out Grover
Cleveland
"i,et me break the news 10 you gently
Mr.. Dans. There's no use in your looking
for Mr.. Butler here. He Is not with us
In fact. he prefers the tropics, which are
more conducive TO his health
tucle Dana looked discouSoiste at this.
but soon piucked Up heart ana asked 70
ne might use the little desk that stood Just
inside the gate. and on receiving permits
sion n at once began 20 write furiouSiv
St Peter Eiancing over his shoulder be-
held a mad dance Of words among which
h distinguished stuffed prophet Abe
Siupsky.". 'Tlllmanism. '1sroverraania.
cleveland the Stranger" and 90 on al
infinitur1.
When the purple shades 81 evening fell
~ was Silii writing. ST Peter looked NJ
him quiZzicaliy and said To himself: Poor
old chap He doesn't see iha: no sooner
are the words dry upon the r,aper than
they fade out forever