A gifted and Honourable Editor, who
by practice of his profession had acquired wealth
and distinction, applied to an Old Friend for the
hand of his daughter in marriage.
“With all my heart, and God
bless you!” said the Old Friend, grasping him
by both hands. “It is a greater honour
than I had dared to hope for.”
“I knew what your answer would
be,” replied the Gifted and Honourable Editor.
“And yet,” he added, with a sly smile,
“I feel that I ought to give you as much knowledge
of my character as I possess. In this scrap-book
is such testimony relating to my shady side, as I
have within the past ten years been able to cut from
the columns of my competitors in the business of
elevating humanity to a higher plane of mind and
morals — my ‘loathsome contemporaries.’”
Laying the book on a table, he withdrew
in high spirits to make arrangements for the wedding.
Three days later he received the scrap-book from
a messenger, with a note warning him never again to
darken his Old Friend’s door.
“See!” the Gifted and
Honourable Editor exclaimed, pointing to that injunction
— “I am a painter and grainer!”
And he was led away to the Asylum for the Indiscreet.
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