waited, but still there was no movement. .He then noticed
how despondent the Editor really appeared, and as it was
the first time that his remarks had ever failed to arouse the
Editor, he began to feel alarmed.
"Come Old Boy ! What is the matter? Are you sick?
Or-or-what's the trouble anyway ?"
The Editor took a couple of letters from his pocket,
handed them to the Critic, and resumed his position.
"Alt, ha 1 Letters from Alumni I'll bet I" exclaimed the
latter as he picked them up and began reading. "Yes, just
so ! But;" as he finished reading one of them, "I don't see
anything wrong with this. It is a little hard on the printer
to be sure; but quite complimentary to the Editor. Yes,
quite complimentary!" He continued, picking up the
other letter. "But let me see what this sayS." Begins
reading. "Ah !" Begins second page. "Oh !" Turns to
third. "Urn I" Concludes reading. "Hity, Tity ! Holy Gee!
Great Scott 1" He. ejaculated. "Well, if that is'nt a scath
ing criticism never show me one I Listen to them!" Runs
hastily through itagain. ~,Disappointed,' miserable, 'miserable,'
half bad, "no point to it,' 'not worth the Space,' 'treated
wrong,' good enough for "Puck," ' 'painful', 'countless
number of glaring errors.' Why, he almost says there is
not one good thing in the whole issue!"
The Critic was getting excited and the riditor was noNN
the one to become alarmed.
"0 hold on old man I" exclaimed the latter. throwing oil'
his'despondency. "You put a wrong meaning to it. Don't
you see, he says. 'What I have said is in the interest of the
LANcI, and embodies no personal feeling.' Surely it—"
"Embodies no personal feeling !' Yes, that's it [that's
exactly it!" interrupted the Critic. "'No personal feeling !'
No. consideration ! No sympathy ! No nothing ! Why, man,