The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1899-11-17
A LOCAL PARAGRAPH.


"The time has come for the Ameri-
can people TO act. Shall fifty million
natriots sit supinely by AMI let con-
scienceless rascals tear the stars Of
glory from the flag they love and
trample it's proud folds of crimson and
white into the mire OF national dia-
honor? Not while the deeds OF 20
still shine through the mists of years
in unexampred splendor. Not while
the memories Of 81 yet live in the
hearts that thrilled with the stress OF
that heroine struggle. Not while
Joel Snively, editor of the Meloogic
Monitor. laid down his pen with
sigh.
Outside the dusty little window the
green waters of the bay were sparkl-
ing in the sunshine. A keen north
breeze was driving great huddling mas
ses of te-shouldered clouds over
field of dazzling azlre. and only man
who loved the sport with the whole
souled earnestness that filled his en-
tire being could know how the hsh
must be biting on such a morning!
Oh. to be out on that cleaning eXS
panse armed with rod and line, with
only the sun and. clouds for company
and thousand pounds or so Of gamy
vertebrates playing about within reach
of his cunning hook.
But also, it was Friday morning
On Saturday some two hundred I'M
patient subscribers would expect the
weekly dish of personal, political and
intellectual pabulum which his facile
pen had long served to then. OF that
day, with more OF less puncuuality,
according to the season. His duty
clearly held him to his post at such a
time, however, much his inclinations
might have led him elsewhere.
So, with another lingering glance at
the scene without. Mr. Snively took
up his pen and resumed the stirring
appeal which was to awaken fifty mil
lion patriots to action and incidentally
convince the Republicans of Meloogic
that it was their duty to vote for JVo
Griiley for poundmaster.
So engrossed did the editor become
in this pleasing task that he did not
lear step upon the creaking stair
a little later. If he had he would have
known at once that it was woman
and a lady who was approaching, tor
long and often painful experience ma
enabled Mr.. Snively To determine with
unerring accuracy what sort Of person
was climbing the somewhat perllous
ascent to the editorial sactum almost
as soon as his foot touched the first
step.
But for once the editor did not hear
the soft football on -ae stair, so he
was very much surprised and not =
little disconnected when fresh. sweet
voice, almost at his elbow, said Good
Morning, Mr.. Snrvely," and looking
ND he beheld his neighbor, Mrs. Tracy,
her plump figure buttoned into the
trimmest of blue serge yachting suits,
her smiling face shaded by a wide
brimmed hat and in her hand fish
pale, pointed, brass-tipped. elegant
the very perfection of dainty useless
ness.
Without waiting for response to
her greeting she briefly made known
her errand. She was anxious for a
days fishing and had been told Of an
Elysian spot, where the fish were SO
plentiful they were actually to be had
for the asking. Unluckily, however
her own boat had not come, so she
had ventured to ask If, In case he was
not using 1t, Mr.. Snively would be 81
kind as to lend her his yawl, it being
impossible to hire one in the village
Mr.. Snively was delighted. Mrs
Tracy was pretty widow of uncer-
tain age but no uncertain charm, who
nad taken the cottage next to the ed
itor's own some six months before
In the course of rather desuitory ac-
quaintance the genial bachelor, whose
ideas of the fair sex were those com
mon to his kind, had discovered that
his fair neighbor was CHEEKY little
body OF sound political views and ex.
cellent literary tastes (from the first
the had been prompt and paying sub
scrlber to the Monitor), but beyond
that his imagination had not scared
Now, however, behold the pretty Wild
ow invested with a wholly new inter-
est She was fond of fishing!
Eagerly Mr.. SniVely assured his Vlsi-
.or OF his pleasure putting his boat
o. her disposal and gave her exhaus
t',e directions as to the means of OBJ
tain!ng IT, A del'P tful half-hour ol
conversation followed, AS though il
were a mag clans wand the dainty
fish pole had placed he editor and his
guest at once on terms of the moss
;,t an
d int remember ever to have enjoyed
conversation SO much in his life