Wilmington daily commercial., 1875-04-10
MISCELLANEOUS.
the EDITORS COURTSHIP.

the glorious orb of day, somewhat obHcured ii
fog and metropolitan smoke, was about to dis
appear behind, not exactly the western hills
but what came to the Same thing in city, the
western roofs aud chimney tops.
Kul Rubens, editor of the Weekly Sinner,
was tall, bright-looking man of thirty years,
ouo of those individuals whose very face and
features Indicate that they are born to conquer
destiny lIo had been very successful
through life, but it was because he had demand
eI success with courageous persihtency
That would not be denied Brownhairei with
r1rol.sa wavy locks dropping low upon his
forehead and dark-brown eyes, verging upon
black he was not handsome, yet the eye rested
with pleasure upon Ills face, and his light editor
pl eoat, somewhat worn on the elbows and shiny
At tlie seams, and the velvet cap, tasselled and
tnni,icd with gold he looked every inch the chiv-
alrnrs and frank hearted American. Or we
might phrase it gentleman" did we not secret
ly believe that the former title is far the nobler
and most comprehensive of the two.
As we said before, Mr.. RubenA was nst draw
.,; the first fragrant Inhalation of his imported
Havana Karl was particular in choice of his
rl,.ufr1, when tho door opaned SOFTLY and Il
beautiful yonug lady ruhtlcd ill., young lady
whom he had met IL score of times in tho gas
l.lted rawingrooms of "soccty" whose beali-
If he had worshipped afar of, and whom he mn
consciously associated in His mind with dia-
mpmi4 peary sllks and tulle ,lraperoe, looped up
with dollhouse ilowois.
lie stated up, colorng. and thrna,ing his
weed behind pile of "encyclopeiiaa" ,'AIiss
Ainslie !"
Am nterruptimg you, Mr.. linbons she
a-hod softly.
oIntorrupLimg mo ? Not tho loaat in tho
world in fact feel very much honored by-by
please take seat"
And Karl tipped a heap Of unscssored news
IA ier OF the nearest chair, drew it eagerly for
ward. Blanche Aiusle sat down, her paleblue
rk dress subsdng round her like pillows OF a
tapphlre sea-
Miss Blanche Ainslie was very handsome, with
azire eyes, and bright chestnut brown hair, while
her complexion, although rather pale was clear
as ivory, and her features were as delicate as if
-io had been Greek girl in the days OF old
lfnXiteles
While Karl unconsciously noted these things
II hi- mind he WAS marveling inwardly what
lncky chance bad procured him this visit. Did
she mean to invite him to one of the soirees of
her nncles the rich old broker, or was some sur
Prise party ON the tapis, too exclusive for tho Or
tlniary medium of cards or scented paper For
Mr. liubens rather prided himself upon the EN-
ilee lio was beginning to gain within the Gil
ctanted portals OF New York society. Almost
at the same moment Blanche looked up.
Yon are wondering what brings me here,
ele said, half smiling.
"Wllntcver, 1T was, can but thank the oppor-
tlnity,o Karl answered. with prompt gallantry
although he could feel tho tell tale blood rising
10 his check.
And may as well tell you tho whole truth
ut once, said Blanche, her voice faltering slight
w. and two red spots glowing out upon her tem-
ple4. My uncle George failed last week-and
Hr are going to be very poor"
Failed " echoed Karl. "Snrely it cannot he
passible-at least-that H. had not heard Of
at is true, nevertheless" said Miss Ans.ie I;
and all the world will hear OF it but too SOON |
At,.l b.,lsu ft.. u1l l.l t,. ,,.1l
more hestating voice, 81 must do something |
for my support-either teach. sew, play conf |
Ganlon to a sick lady, or earn my living in some
way not unbctting gentlemans daughter; and
have concluded to try and write for the pa
l'els.
Indeed Y said Karl, not knowing what else to
Hav.
''Will you give mo chance in the columns of
I lle Slilner?' she asked with evident effort. 81
telleye could write as good stories some of |
lhose you publish and pay for.
Mr.. Rubens WAS sorely puzzled what to say. |
How could he tell this pretty creature sitting |
there before him, in the halo Of her youth and |
leanty and high social position, that she could
ma more hope to succeed AZ sketch writer than |
a man could expect to build house or construct |
It steam engine without an hour of practice or |
"Xpenence2 IIads been shabby, specialized |
old lady, ora middle aged female with cotton |
sloyoH and high check bones, it would have been |
easy enough. AS it was, her blue eyes shining |
wirtfully into hs, seemed to paralyze the very |
nerves OF his tongue.
g | have got little story here went on |
l'lanehe producing neatly folded packet,
which have worked very hard upon ,and- if you |
would kindly look at it, and give me your un-
lreulced opinion --."
Certainly" said Carl. recovering his self
Possession, and bowing as he took tho packet
" There are some veises too" said Blanche |
reddening, " and little essay or two, written as
rpclly as possible. Shall come Tomorrow and |
yet your opinion y
% by no means, said Mr.. Rubens politely. |
81 will not trouble to come down to this I'M |
call andsee you"
II shall be 30 much obliged ~ said Miss Aims |
he, eagerly. and Karl knew that she meant it.
liialche Anslie went away, leaving an intan |
Hille little scent of ottar of roses behind her |
and the sun. dipped down behind the chimney |
tops and the sanctum became dark and gloomy |
all at once.
. How pretty she is = Karl Rubens thought, |
'' but, lsliaw the idea of her writing for the |
papers Poor child, how little idea she las of |
the life that lies before her. However, l will |
take the papers to D, and sec what he has to |
tay about Them"
Miss Diana l{ubens was a strongminded young |
lady of certain age, who read CARLYLE transla. |
led Hebrew; kept house for her brother, and |
dld nearly ar much of the ''heavy-work' of the |
Weekly Shiner M did the editor himself
= Fiddlestcks !" said Miss Diana, as her |
brother, l%o over his evening cup Of tea, tossed
led his story" Little Blanche Ainslie could no |
moro write for the paper tllan my canary But |
every woman thinks she's n born authoress, and |
hothlnS but personal experience will grind the |
H!ea out of them ~
Then Miss Diana read tho neatly written pa
Ses one by one
Scented with roses," she said scornfuy. |
stun and nonsense ~
Well, said Karl at last, looking up from |
ils own writing, as Miss Diana laid the packet |
down with loud " Hem ~ which hignled the |
completion of her task.
" Fidtlesticks ~ was the brief yet significant
reply.
Karl rubbed his nose with the end of his pen
Hrk. evidently little disappointed
1on think they won't do 7" said he.
or course they won't" said Miss D |
Dshwater and adjectives-t aud sent
meht-what are the girls thinking of now a
daysf III she had sent me few good table re-
HltH now, or way of cleaning marble, or tax
'i'b out nlldew; but All impossible love story, |
MN lhe hero on stills, and the heroine mere
ilnlk ahd-water. Pshaw 7"
" Poor child ~ said Kari compassionately-
h'It lie never once thought of an appeal from
hlA slhters s verdict.
And she was 30 sure Of SUCCESS ~
" llley always are !" said Miss Di
harl Rubens was a little provoked at his
httohg minded sister, but lie remembered, az a
aillatlilg circumstance that Miss Diana had nev
et seen Miss Blanche Anslie.
=, me editor did not sleep very sound that night.
'le could not help thinking of the beautiful girl