The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-12-03
WRITING A STORY.

literature, and not desiring to be behind
the age, l took it into my head TO write
IA tale for ."Godey." So, trimming my
brains for study, and pointing my lead
pencil, that l may commit to paper the
ideas as they are created, l push my chair
to the table, ready to commence the bust
ness. But, like a great many other
things, writing story is easier said than
done. In the first place, an author should
know what to write about. Love! 1t is
an exceedingly nice thing to write love
story, and, in addition to this, the sub
ject is almost inexhaustible; but for a
married man, with squalling baby in the
cradle, besides two or three "dear little
ones" who hang, and shake, and push
about ones table-(while write, one of
them has upset my inkstand, and poured
the "black writing fluid" in copious
stream over my sheet) t)-and all this the
consequence of love: for such a man to
write about love, pshaw! But what can
one write amid the screaming and prating
of children? It's excessively annoyingl
1 must Immediately call on Mrs. DR..
Smith to quiet the baby, and take the
children into the garden, it is 80 cool out
yOpder. There, that's little more COM
Portable. Yet am in continual danger
of interruption. You can not imagine
the life physician leads. Whenever the
good people take notion of getting
sick, let it be day or night, let it be rain,
or hail, or snow, or tropical sunshine, let
him repose in the soft arms of Morpheus,
or wander on the rocks of Parnassus, or
be at meetiDg-let him be doing some
thing or nothing, he-I mean the doctor
must be contented to do as the SOW
ereign people desire. And this proves
exceedin ly annoying at times. So much
for the introduction, and now for the
story.
at was fine day in the fall month of
September, IVA, the city of Philadelphia
presented scene of stir and activity
that was truly admirable. The delegates
to represent their respective colonies in
Congress had made their appearance, and
the novelty-the first Congress Session
had attracted an unusual crowd OF visi-
tors to Quakerdom. Among the many
strangers that walked the crowded pave
ments, there was one who invited and
received the particular attention of all
whe CHANGED to see him. He was a man
apparently about fifty years of age, and
his costume was the antique Dutch. The
expression of his eyes and face in general
was peculiarly bewildered and confused
and, every now and then, as he cast a
glance on the things around him, he was
observed TO shake his head, as if doubt
ing the reality of reality"
KNOCK, knock, at the door. Reader,
excuse my story for moment.
"Who is-walk in, sir but it was a
lady.
"Take a chair, miss" l continued,
after the preliminary compliments were
through. whats the newsY"
"Oh, nothing 'ticklar," was the short
reply.
seating herself, she casts her eyes on the
floor. She is evidently waiting for me
to re-commence the conversation, which
she, by her short reply to my first ques-
tion, had 80 unceremoniorlsly closed.
Being vexed at the nterruption--and /
doubt not but that you, my patient
readers, will be the same--I am now de-
termined to outsilencc her; and, taking
the pencil, am about resuming the mar
rative, when she speaks
"Please, doctor, mother said you should
come up; Sammy is so powerful sick"
Indeed, sis! What does he complain
Off
"Aunt says as it's an Information of
the brain, and will surely mortify if we
do nothin'."
Gan inflammation of the brainl that's
severe. How long has he been confnedg
"SirT =
"I mean, is he in bed?"
"No, sir; he won't go to bed but he's
got such headache, and can't eat, and
is 10 powerful weak"
"Ihaye an engagement with Cooley
"SirT'
"PIl come, sis; tell your mother I'll
come"
"You shall itonse directly, DOCTOR"
she mnttered, as she slammed the door
after her. ~
Do not be uneasy, dear reader, from
the account received, judged the pa
tient to be remote from danger. / shall,
therefore, attempt to finish our story be-
fore 1 20. How exceedingly annoying
Il was telling you of remarkable
stranger that walked the streets Of Phila-
delphia. He bent his course toward one
of the best hotels in the city; and having
entered, and still wearing that look of
bewilderment, he stepped up to the bar,
and asked:
"What city ish disT
"Philadelphia, SIR answered the bar
keeper, half smiling.
"'So dey say was the dry and con-
fused reply of the stranger.
add to this curious question OF the
stranger his antiquated dress, and his
confused manners, and you will un-
doubtedly feel disposed to pardon the
impoliteness which the guests displayed,
by all turning their heads toward the
hew conner, and thus unintentionally in
creasing his confusion. As we intimated,
oil eyes gazed upon him, which circum-