How they Sold Him.

Gisborne Standard and Cook County Gazette, Volume II, Issue 190, 1 September 1888, Page 3

How they Sold Him.

When times are so dull, when the public have become tired of columns of harbor trouble, and when the outer world is smoking the pipe of peace, many people think the newspaper writer must be prepared to vamp up something to satiate the abnormal appetites of his readers. It never occurs to those readers that good stories are told almost every day which the busy scribes can scarcely take time to listen to, and if he could that he might not have the space at his command. A dramatic incident which occured the other day cannot, however, be allowed to die without even being laughed over. In a place where we can find a great number of “ mashers ” and “ splashers ” we would be lost in the surfeit were there not a star masher or splasher. But on that account we are not lost—those who know say there is really such an one. The other day he received a letter from some enamoured lass, whose infatuation inspired her with the courage to ask that an interview be arranged for, on a certain evening and ata certain place. He politely complied, but found no response from the fair correspondent. Deeming this the result of modesty, the gallant determined to make a personal call at the house of the mistress, feeling assured that he knew the lassie. He did so, knocked at the door, and who should appear but the sweet one herself I The gallant assumed one of his most angelic grins and effusively offered his hand. But the pretty one looked amazed. "Whatl don’t you know me?” gasped the Lothario. " Kuow you I" snapped the supposed angel—it is believed she did know him. 11 Did’n’t you write and ask me to come an.fi see you ? ” There was a momentary and death like silence, then such a slambing and banging of doors that it might have been taken for a thunder-clap in a coal mine. Then was there a laughter in the distance, and tableau I The curtain is drawn.