The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1901-09-14
THE COURIER.


got the water. We can sympathize with
him, and are still expstiating on the
heat which has but just declined and
the crops which are still dried up and
unmatured.
We we're shocked for a moment out OF
our monotonous plants by the assassi-
nation of q beloved president. but the
doctors say he is sure to get we'll and
they would not say 30 unless they were
convinced. because now il anything
should happen there would need to be
some very elaborate explanations. There
ie therefore nothing to take our minds
of our too recent sufferings and our
present losses.
The fields of corn stretch away in
every direction from Lincoln, withered
and yellow, the leaves rafting stiffiy like
q rattlesnake's warning. Nebraskans
have lost heavily by this summers
drought and it is not surprising that
they are still talking about it. There is
nothing like hunger to start baby to
making loud noise and there is moth.
ing like the loss of money to start the
people into voluble complaints. There
fore. Penelope, in your cool retreat lis
ten to the voice Of the Nebraska farmer
and the regrets OF the ades-people who
exist to serve him and his wife and
children, nor say that the dirge-like
notes weary and depress you. Poets
who do not keep close to the people are
not long remembered. They have but
little influence and they get reputa.
ton for profundity which is death to
poet. You know my aspirations to
write poetry that is good enough to lull
the suspicious and scruples of manag-
ing editor on daily newspaper? 1t Is
not an exalted ambition, but 80 far
have not attained it. Somebody told
me the other day that you we're getting
more and more literary and that even
in Omaha where ''they" are 80 particu-
lar about what gets into the newspapers,
your stories. essays and critiquss are
eagerly sought for by editors. should
think 30, indeed, and they might have
shown discrimination some time ago.
But. Penelope dear. to be snubbed and
ignored has been the lot of all the truly
great. II publishers took US up and
petted W thus early in our careers
would it not be sign that we possessed
the ephemeral talent Of an Edwin Mark
ham rather than that of the immortal
poets we both revere? However, there
lie no sign of an approaching and fatal
popularity here in Lincoln. The &C"
editor barely allows me to write for the
paper. and when 1 ask her about the
quality of my work che looks solemn
and changes the subject and says the
letters are well enough, especially when
they provoke a reply from you.
There are number of men in Lin
coin who want to be policemen. These
periodically etir up come councilman or
somebody who writes letters to the
newspapers to urge the enlargement of
the police force. Seems to me we have
enough policemen considering how finite
their intelligence when it is desirable to
discover a murderer or prevent an assas.
sination. You may have read about the
murder few weeks ago of Mr.. Gill;
Ian. Mr.. Gillian was a quiet. peace
able man with a saving sense Of humour
which displayed itself in quist, unob-
trusive sarcasm and a sane conduct OF
his life. A recent evening he was return
ing from his downtown Office, it is sup
posed. though no definite record of
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