The Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1852-1853, 1853-08-03
STORY.
Written expressly for the Democratic Sentinel.
PERI-ROSELLI;
THE FATE PERFIDY.I
by GEO. W. MoFFTTT,
Author of "The Rescue; or, The Hunters Bride. -
PROLOGUE.

We had finished our task. Our labor was
competed. We sat by our table, thinking
over our manuscript, and the manner III
which we had performed our work; when a
stranger came in uninterrupted our reyery
Reader you may think this a strange subject
for a prologue, that we intend to invest in it.
yet for several cogent reasons, we are in.
luced to do it. The stranger approached
and leaned over the back OF our chair.
"Wrtin novels, eh?" he interrogated,
evidently prying into our manuscript
"Dy'e make that yer business"
"Ns. sir, merely 2ass-rime."
"Dy'e find it purity nce?''
"Somc,imes sir, when feel inclined to
write. Won't you be seated?" He walked
clumsily to chair
But what's the name O that er book on
yer lap?"
"Ohio Historical Collections"
"Dy'e copy yer novels out o it?'' he ig-
noranrly querled.
"No sir, (tooking al him indgnantly.
"What dye have it open on yer lap fur,
them" he asked, somewhat vulgarIy piqued.
awe have it, sir, for a text book-for ref
erence to historical incidents "
"Dy'e copy them er things?"
"What 'er Mings." (cqusticlf)
"Why, them eras yer calls incerdents. "
"Sometimcs, sir, | copy them verbatim,
and enclose them in quotation marks; but
every writer is privileged to them"
What kind o thing is werbaIim?"
"IG96utim sir, means word for word, "
{ groing short Of patie@cc.
"And don't yer never get no purity re-
mark ter put in?" he still persisted.
"No, sir, not uD less mark them quoted, J"
(ecitA decjsion.
"WaIl dot helps me heap
"What, do you write?'
"Wan;" (gapiaH) } "I writes various ar
tices, sir, fur the weekly noos paper" he
replied with dignity.
"Ah,"
eyes sur do. seed story in paper
not long ago, called Rcactia, no that's not
it, let me see. { .Stm3ies wiM pcyy omhvard
oppression oaAis face. 0! y-e-s--let me see.
Yes! 1t was the Rescue or the Hunters
Bride"
W cIl' (ufCtOHHty'J
"Wall | thought it was q most too good
ter be original, and / bleve, the fcller stole
it too" a
"Was it published as an original tale, SIR"
(Sonewhmt provoked J
"Was it wnat?" he asked staring at me.
"Nas it printed as an original story"
WITH EMPHASIS.
"Yes--I I-e-s."
"rhen suppose it was such"
"BQt mightnt he "a fooled the Editor like
| do?"
II don't know as he scoald, Sir" (wITu
SUPPRESSED ANGER.)
"Did yer see the tale?"
81 believe ! did sir"
"Wall don't yer think, tharc was sum
iders int that warn't erglnaIF'
"Wel that's different. There may have
been some ideas in it, and even expressions,
that might have been used by some one
else"
"Wall, that er's what | mean. Haint
'em stole?" he still ignoranty asked.
"Do you say GOV write for the Pubss?'
(PATTENCE EXHAUSTED
eyes stree say it,"
"Then, are you not aware Of the fact sir;
that for one thousand years, there has not
been one single Origi al idea advanced"
with MUCH. EXCITEMENT
GLOW dye kalk9rlate that?'
''It too, is a self-evident fact, sir, that ev-
ry idea uttered, or style assumed; is bor-
owed; or shaped, or shaded, or in some way
moulded, from one Of the same, that has
been previously, either cOnciously or uncon-
ciously--mprcsSed upon the mind" (MUcn
EXCITED AND EVEN ANGRY, SHOW OUR AGREE
ABLE VISITOR AND LITERARY FRIEND TO THE
DOOR.