Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1899-10-01
A Local Paragraph.

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"The time has come for the American
people to act. Shall 100000 patriots BIT
supinely by and let constituencies rascals
| tear the stars Of glory from the flag they
| love and trample its proud folds OF crln-
son and white into the mire OF national
dishonor? Not while the deeds Of rs still
shine through the mistS OF years in IN
exanpled splendor. Not while the memo
ries of '6l yet live in hearts that thrilled
with the stress Of that heroic struggle.
! Not while"-Joel sniyely, editor OF the
| Mcloogic Monitor laid down his pen with
| a sigh.
Outside tho dusty little window the
green waters Of tho bay were sparkling
| in the sunshine. 4 keen north breeze was
thriving great budding MASSES Of white
kshouldered clouds over a field of dazzling
tazure. and only a man who loved the
Isport with the whole-souled earnestness
| that filed his entire being could know
how the fish must be biting on such
morningi Oh TO be out on that cleaning
| expanse, armed with rod and line, with
only the sun and clouds for company ana
a thousand pounds or 50 Of gamy Timed
verteorates playing about within Ieacn
! OF his cunning hook.
But also, it was Friday morning. on
Saturday some 20 impatient subscribers
would expect the weekly dish of personal
political, and intellectual pabulum which
his faciie pen had long served up 10 them
on that day. with more or less punctual-
! ity, according 10 the season. His duty
clearly held him 20 his post at such
! time. however much his inclnauons
might have led him elsewhere.
So, with another lingering glance at
the scene without, Mr.. Sniyely took up
his pen and resumed the stirring appeal
which was TO awaken fifty million pa
triots 10 action and incidentally convince
the Republicans OF Meloogic that it was
their duty to vote Tor Joe Ggidley Tor
poundmastcr
So engrossed did the editor become in
this pleasing task that he did not hear
step upon the Creakng stair a little
later. II me had no would have known
at once that it was woman and
lady who was approaching, for long and
often painful experience had enabled Mr..
Snively 10 determine with unerlins accu-
racv what sort OF person was climbing
the somewhat perilous ascent t. the ell
torial slnctm almost as soon as MS
Zoo. touched the FIST step.
But for once the editor did not hear
tho soft football on the stair, so he was
very much surprised and not a little cis-
concerted when a. ifeSl, sweet fYlr-f a.
most at his elbow. said: Good morning,
MIR. SniveIy." and looking UP me neheId
his uelehoor. Mrs. Tracy, her pump
figure tightly but-oncd into the trim
NEST OF blue serge yachting suits, her
smiling eace shaded by q Wi1e-brimmed
hat and I'm her hand a FISH pole, Jointed'
bra~s-urp,l. elogant-the very perIecuoh
of dainty use,essucss.
without waiting f1r q response TO AeI
greeting she briefly made known hef
GRAND. she was anxious for days hsh-
Inc and had been told Of an Elya.an spot
where the nsh were so plentiful they were
actuary to be lad for the asking 'n-
luckily. however, her own boat had not
come so she had ventured 20 ask ~ III
case ne was not using it, Mr.. sniVely
would be so kind as 20 lend her his yaW-'
IN being impossible % hire one in the Wiz
AIR. srivaly was delighted. Mrs. Tracy
vas "a pretty widow Of uncertain 49,
| bnt I'D uncertain charm, who had tai-eH
! ths cottage next to tine editors own some
| six months before. Ia the course OF
rather Gesultory acquaintance the seNlal