NEVADA SOCIETY.

Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 1993, 25 May 1875, Page 4

NEVADA SOCIETY.

The fashion reporter of an Austin City, Nev., paper described the belle of the masquerade ball in the following astounding language : "The most gorgeou?, stunning, high-toned, richest, firstestclassest, nicest, or any other adjective for costume in the 'outfit,' was that tforn by Miss Frankie Clarke. She was the highfalutinest, gravest, and gausest-dres-Bed gal in the room. She appeared as a page, and'she was a page that no man ■would leave any other to read. Both in costume and action she was as perfect as a big sun flower.'' A couple of days after the appearance of the notice, into the editorial room of the paper stalked a young man. . His brow was wrapped in thunder, his body in a suit of tweed, and his hands-clasped a big lump of hickory. He pulled a paper out of his pocket, and pointing his finger to the paragraph, said: "I want to see the man as wrote thafc ere."

"I am the individual,'' replied the person. "What did yer go and do it for, that's what I want to know ? " "0, because I thought you'd like to see your girl made out one of the most bewitching females, that was ever sent on earth to keep a man from his hash and drive balmy sleep from his pillow." "Now, look here. Ever since that was published I can't get a word out of her. She. sits in front of-the looking glass keeps a gazin' on herself, and makin' squint eyes at- her dress, and puckering up her mouth, and actin' as if she were a blasted sight b'etter'n anybody else. I want this 'ere thing fixed, or ther'll be an editor's situation vacant." He looked significantly at the club. For a moment the reporter stood in profound thought, then his face brightened, and he said, "Til fix it in next week's paper. After you have seen the next issue, call and tell me the result." The young man left. In the next week's paper appeared the following paragraph: A GoßEECTioif.—We made a grave mistake in our issue of last week. In our description of the masquerade ball we ■accidently substituted the name of Miss ITrankie Clarke for that of Miss Georgie Waller. Any one who is acquainted with the first named lady must j have discovered the error. It is true that she appeared for, what was intended as a page, bufc she looked a good deal more like a boot-black in hard luck. She is not good-looking, her action was absurd, and every man in the room kept as far from her as possible. She thinks of moving out of this community, as its unappreciative. When she goes she will be escorted out of town by a brass band. The people of Ausfin will gladly miss her from among them. The next day the young man entered the office. In his hand he bore a rifle, and his belt was ornamented with a big six-shooter and a tremendous bowie knife. He sailed up to the reporter: "Hook warlike, don't I ? I don't feel a bit like figh'tin', you bet. You just oughter have seen her when she read that correction. Why, she jest danced a jig with madness, and she sot down arid cried, and then she come up and threw her arms around my neck, and said: 'Arthur, do you love 'me?' 'You bet your best bonnet on that,' said I. * Well, never expect me to sneak to you 'again if you don't" go and kill that feller wot writ that slander.' In course I promised. And here I am to kill you." _ H# laughed long and heartily. After a time he quieted down, and the reporter said: " I suppose, in order to make it all right, I must be a corpse. I'll do it. Sit there a minute, and I'll fix the business." He sat down at the desk and scribbled away for a few minutes, and then returned with, a sheet of paper on]which was written: , ' i

" Obitoaby.—lt grieves us to be compelled to announce the sudden death of Mr Charles Keller, a young and talented fashion editor. In a moment of mental aberration he had slandered an estimable, accomplished, and beautifal young lady of this city, named Miss Frankie Clarke. Yesterday her betrothed called at this office and asked for the author of ih c slander,, and, Tsaen he discovered \i~ shot him dea^onthe spot. IMsr m be unable togive fashibag<zsss>- -aperwin We find it impossible t® fiP: hereafter. vacant by Mr Kdilfer. n^ 6,1^ 6 Ihe was a maa of tb^ v f^ *; xrat\ c; listen more atteß*' a n lv heart' and could and, drink mor- Z™***? stale stones, man in AvsV- Qd ad e7' ttan an.y \ wot J s your sort," said the infuriated love^ "That's the thing to aT. Come along^, Mr Corpse, and hist a little lightning." The lady was satisfied when the prargraph appeared in the next issue of the paper, her lover was regarded as a hero, and the Austin paper ceased to give reports of fashionable balls.