The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1899-09-30
" SNQBBED" FOR
THE EDITOR.
BY JAMES nORTON HADDONFIELD.

nature OF Mr.. Elders proposal. He wants
some stories from you?"
"No, no."
"Then what is it?''
'Do you know that Fam afraid can't
tell you"
Every we'll, then; there's nothing more
to he said. Mr. Elder is out at present
You'd better call again. | suppose you
think it would make some difference
whether Mr.. Elder went on with this
business, or | did,"
''Im sure it would-the greatest differ
ence"
"You think | should not do so well?"
''Not as we'll. You'd do better, infinite
ly better. o, must CO." She blushed
rose, good-byed and faded ont of the Office
Ten minutes later Mr.. Matthew Elder,
middle-sged, bald and cheerful, sauntered
into the room with his hands in bis
pockets.
'Well, Bill! Is everything all right"
Mr.. Elder had not found in the assort-
ment of names provided for Champnies in
the accident of his birth and the guess
work of his christening anything which
took his fancy.
NO." said Champnies shortly still irri
tated by his interview with Cynthia Page
Quart into pint pot. Plugged up with
ads and Rowse has just sent up that he
will want another half-page. We shall
have to leave over everything thatll wait,
and some things that won't"
'Ah? You don't keep a tight enough
hand on Rowse."
Step in and tackle him yourself. Here,
this woman called to see you-wouldn t
tell me her business
Matthew Elder took the paper slip and
sank down in chair.
"Bll, this is rather bad | ought to
have been in, What with my unfortunate
enthusiasm and my wretched memory |
shall get myself into trouble. Listen.
met this girl two or three times year ago
never gave her another thought till came
on a story by her that was perfectly mag
niticent-and o, horribly good! probably
the best story that has been written this
century. | dashed off letter to her at
once, and so worked myself up about it
that said, to show my sincerity, that if
she liked would marry her, and she could
call at the office this morning with her
answer. She'd have refused me, of course,
as they always do, and perhaps I'm better
single; but, none the less, it would have
been more civil not to have forgotten the
appointments.
Really" said Champnies, ''you must
be little mad"
undoubtedly, answered Elder, cheer.
fully. cts the price one pays for being
so excessively intelligent"
Champnies stared blankly at the desk
trying to recall the exact words of his con-
versation with Cynthia Page.
"Look here, Bill" said Elder, write
and say you want to see her about a story
then when she comes do the explaining for
me. Say was called away by telegram
Say it was from motives of delicacy. Say
anything
The following is from a subsequent issue
of the Tea-Cup, a journal conducted by
ladies for ladies:
cone of the most brilliant of our lady
writers, Miss Cynthia Page, is, it is whisp-
cred, shortly to be led to the hymeneal
| altar. The fortunate partner of her future
joys and sorrows is J. Graham Champnies
young journalist of great promise Our
heartiest fluctuations. Speaking of we'd
dings have you seen the really beautiful
| designs in pearlettes - indistingushable
from real pearls-now being shown in the
| windows Of"