The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-09-29
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from our established rule"
eff they are not valuable, why, then,
did you publish them p asked Sister
Anne, with untaught logic.
Because we thought them good, and
some of our readers like goodspoetry."
"Then if your readers like it, it is
worth paying for"
The editor of the Aloe smiled compass
sionately at this innocent poctess, who
expected to receive money In return for
her labor and her mind, 1t was certain
ly very absurd expectation. I
give me my poems, sir" said Sister
Anne, very brusquely, ]" can't afford to
give them for nothing" ......,...
"And we can't afford to buy them, an
swered the editor very courteously hand
ing back the bundle of manuscript.
I Sister Anne bowed maiestically, took
her bundle, and stalked Indignantly out
of the office. When she got into the
street, however, a sick, hopeless sensa
ton seemed to crawl over her heart. All
her anticipations were destroyed at a
single blow The poems which she had
labored at in secret, and which, when
she saw them published, had given birth
to such wild hopes, were then of no
actual value, and all her expectations OF
making money and supporting herself
were at an end. She would have given
worlds to have gone back into the office
| and asked the editors advice as to what
she should do. but her pride was wound
ed, and she would not stoop to ask a
favor of one who she thought had treated
her so badly Obi if she could only
meet Mr. Stephen Basque. So she walk
ed on through the crowded streets, where
she was jostled and pushed about by the
eager throngs Of people, each bent on the
same money getting errand as herself !;
and she rested little in one of the parks,
which consumed all her remaining money
except few cents, and then, as evening
came on she felt as if she would gladly
have encountered death. sooner than face
the great heartless city by night.
Poor Sister Anne was completely be-
wildered. What was she to do? No
| friends, no money, no place to sleep. 1t
was terrible and she now began to re-
greet having stalked off so majestically
from that practical editor who would not
pay for poetry.
She was looking in through the win.
dow Of a brilliantly-lighted print-shop,
and admiring the splendid engravlngs,
in spite of the tears which stood in her
eyes, when she observed young man
stop and look at her very attentively. 1t
was not difficult to Brighten Sister Anne
now. 1t was night, and her friends the
birds, however bold by day, were timor-
Gus indeed at night, and she was like
them SO the steady gaze Of the young
man alarmed her She Immediately
moved away, but to her great dismay he
followed, and presently addressed her.
He said it was beautiful night, but
Sister Anne only quickened her pace.
He next ventured on remonstrance
about her running so quickly away from
him, and cody passed his arm under hers.
Poor Sister Anne thought she would
sink into the earth.aH aa i8 Ha5G
go away! Please go away, sir!" she
cried, half fainting. 81 don't know you
don't wish you to follow me-"
"But really cannot be so ungallant as
to have you walk home Alone" said the
young man pertinaciously. spray let me
see you home. s~f sr5 7a 5au. ~
81 have no home y cried Sister Anne,
in an agony of fear.
"Oh, ho!" cried her companion; $50
that's it. Let me offer you one then"
| "Oh?" murmured the poor girl, 'if
Stephen Basque was only here !" ..@..
"Who calls for Stephnn Basque ?" said
passerby suddenly catching the words,
and stopping. 'aga.la0 l 5."7
'I-I!'' cried Sister Anne, rushing
toward the new conner. "Do you know
| lim?" ~ ''+"
snWhy, Sister Anne!" Is it possible that
this is you?''g cried Stephen himself,
| winding a protecting arm around her.
| SW hats the row 2"
'"That man that mani" sobbed Sister
Aune, pointing to a respec1a ble-looking,
fat old gentleman, who had just stopped,
sttracted by the scene.
Stephen marceed up to him instantly.
"What do you mean, sir" said he, "by
insulting this lady?" ae1.A
"Me |" exclaimed the man. q never
saw her before in my life p
ooh, it isn't him p cried Anne, who by
/ This time had recovered her senses; then
boxing around for the true delinquent,
was found that he had vanished
Stephen, of course, offered his apologies
u the, bewildered cid gentleman, and ex-
planned the mistake; then making Sister
Anne take his arm, he burst through the
little crowd that had already formed
around them, and marched up the street
II knew you were in the city" he said
/ 10 his companion, as soon as they were
clear of the throng. 'The editor of the
|Aleo related to me curious interview he
had with you today. Where are you
staying ?" -
nowhere" said Sister Anne, red with
charnp