THE HORSE REPORTER AND STORY WRITER.

Inangahua Times, Volume IX, Issue 1357, 4 February 1884, Page 2

THE HORSE REPORTER AND STORY WRITER.

■; "Is this the lit rary editor?" The iw.-3ei .-upo.ter loiwal i? a il .l.scove:ed a yoang lady sfcmdi'ig in th. doorway. " No, madam," he replied ; "The literary «'ditor"iß at .p,vs»*i t engaged in ti:e construction .oi an elaborate 1 critique* ofvthf trofctuig and pacing record;.. You "will pvobaMy s<--e semethiug in next' week's piper about the idyllic love stoy oFAl&wl S.'a>'id j St JuUfMr.'T^Ktftadar^rSina^reeof Jay-Rye-BfP, and J» sad, p*rfietic story of • •iw-^r : iWo aVTd> < V_idr-;(f I ,^-Y/ : >ir can bc.'f •iut when tuß-lito-rary editor of this " y : per getß liis taper iSngeL-e- on; -a b rak • hr : •views -it.?. ,1 ha\j»* b^efptoldihat . hi : . ..ice tnined himself .looses' oi a voi -f iUffiire; jiia 1 c:tl;.miVis tliat hid jir :>-■■. ;ssu! : d,,dud rt'ni^ffeed'that, I '.vkiVt- ■)■;■ inji'j"- : T.-h'ol&us "portion 'of -thevtj li:. ,- '■ \&X\\ inig it hbldjniat ceVtaiu ! 'rh?.pr,evr, of thc'wovk'.'weVe somewl-.at ! ti'':int^ •cst.i!ig.:t|H!'-giva(r moral lesao i | . iuc v i cat* -r Li u( . ve^: dto the square of the " hypot-'ie.ii^.v sh."mld be ki own to all, ' and t::z ■ to-thc mercli^t, the farmw, [or th* ; -->. 1 ;: -mother, who wanted sometii .V;'.r-jy to •th ow at the . .chjldivn vh :: vVy booaine too fresh, this ch-v^te - H-nnfe' would prove j invalual'l*-- \Vi;£<?*fc coiues t»> giving a ! calm ' and i opinimi, -iv which the 1 •• a „'i>;e of impassioned genius is so iu-i.. '.-'<! and . mellowed by •the. lambie:it rays of experience, tht* ..'Triiiune's litt'-ii-y MfMtor-is liable to beat the recovu any miiute. I suppose you have aii origiiral a ory, written on white paper a;;rl tifcd with a blue ribbon, eoucleait»d somewhere .about ' your person, and want the literary editor to coimnur.e with it!" *! "Yes, sir," replied the young lady. I 1 "I ha y « written a story, and mamma [ thinks ifc is. yer^f good. " [ ■■.•/»•. la there anything in it about the leaves tuniingtogoldft!) aid the velvety 1 green of the leaves now looking sear and 1 brown? Because i' there is it wciA dp. ! The season for browii-mautip-of-Oato-bcwesting-on^he-hillß and -lea vfH turnI ing-p^ldeti #dfies is about at an end. ' We Sarf^ got to carry over to ntixt season ' more brown-mantle-of-October stuff 'than you" can* shake a stick at. The dull -red -glow - of- the - dying- embers 1 racket is what we sliall show the public j "from now until D< ceuabor. Got any j . dying embers in your story ?" , ( «♦ No, sir. Mine is a love story." «• Thafsall right. The dull red glow of dying embers works in beautifully in ' a love story, although as a ru}« young r men who fall iulovedon'tbavecunency , enough to buy a cord of wood to make \ : embers of." I ." But why must I write my story in ..this particular style ? asked the young lady. I " Because it's the Bp'aiqn for it. You „ Want to start out /by saying that as » Harold Nonesuch , the rich . banker, sat '.in his magnificently , furnished parlor | and gazed thoughtfully into the dull r red em' ers of the dying firft in the grate there came trooping up from the dim j .. vi#ta of an almost forgotten past mem- » orics— sad,, sad Jnemones — that caused r tlie unbidden tesv to start Don't ' make any mistake a' out the tear P business. Be sure to have only one tea -, bijcanse' that's the orthodox , style iv. stoiies. Of course nobody but f a one-oyc-d. man could shed one tear at. t a crack unless he had plugged up one t- of his.kchvynml ducts, but i» novels ■,it is always put that way. And you r j want to ! >e «.-ertaiii that it is an uu- . I l«dde»,tear. A tear that had received p ; a Co.dial inviution to be present, and i start /ypu.ld.u't do at all. Then say j.;that the old man's thoughts wandered 1 back to the happy Hays of his childhood. 1 Be certain to have thwn wander back, 1 going-'across-lotis and stopping once in , - a white, to -pick sand burrs out of his ,';■ tto^s. If yon went to say that his i thoughts went, back the story would be spoiled. • WandtV 'is 'the correct 1 style. * Theli when you get the old man 1 back t6 his happy boyhood days you [ want too trot out Lucy." . . "Trot out who?" .- ; . • f -. " Lucy — Little Lacy Poi'kms— with [ her greauWue.eyes And gold** hair — the playmate of his youth that he love so dearly, and always looked upon • a» his future wife. Then -Jug out another nnbidden tear, and: finally have the old man break down in a Btof%of sobs." "tlNl very sad, isn't it?' said the , -jonndpady. Lucy, died, I suppose, f and toe old man's heart is- breaking." j "No," said the horse reporter. 9 "Lucy married another man.'" < • > ' t l»eo.'"<rhirt" makes the banker r w,eep?° inqniied the maiden; •♦* Sympatliy :.for tHe other man. — y. -CKicMfeo Tribune. - ,