The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1876-03-12

want" said PAuey, feeling etrengely
confused, "to be an author; I've bro1g6i
| you q book"
Ike at this instant stepped forward, and
with hat 10 hand presented the manu-
script.
The editor smiled at the little pink rib
bous with which it was tied. He turned
over q few pages glanced at them, locked
. You should learn to spell, my child"
Psnsy had looked out a great many
words in the Electromagnetic great, big
| heavy dictionary. One couldn't look out
all the words in q whele book she thought
the editor ought to know that. At last be
tied the manuscripts up again very neatly,
and looked at Pansy with smile but
Pansy was 30 very grave that his smile
died away.
"My child" he said, /" do you know what
it takes to make an author To live q
good many years, to know q great many
people, to know great deal of the world,
to have thought much, and suffered, and
to have studied and read q great deal, to
understand how much and how little things
are worth, to know different languages,
and the literature of different countries,
and to know, above all, ones aelf. When
you have done all this, and written snoth-
or book besides, you bring it to me-"
Pansy didn't understand half that the
editor had been saying. She only said
" Then you don't want my book, sirf"
"Not this one, my child. But, stay
Aren'e yen going to tell me where you
live9"
But Pansy was gonei
A young man sitting at another desk,
writing, who had been watching the inter-
view with much interest, said: Rasselas
says to his tutor, Thou hast persuaded me
that no man can be poet; / shall say to
Sou, Thou hast persuaded me that no man
can be an author.'"
"Well," said the editor, "the child
was 80 earnest, that had to be grave with
her"
Pansy did not give her manuscript to Ike
this time; she carried it in her own hands |
down the long flights of stairs. 1t bad |
grown doubly dear to her-It had been de
'pised!
" Where is the next editor, Ike 2" she
'aid, when they reached the street.
" do no, Miss Pansy yer didn't read
ne that one only the first"
He took from his pocket the list Pansy
lad made che read the name and address,
'ut her hand into her old friends, and
vent silently where he led her. He, seeing
# all o silent sympathy.
By the time they reached the second
'disor's Pansy had begun her education as
IN author. She had suffered, she had
honght, she had begun to know herself
md the world. She had paused at the door,
Ike" she said, 81 guess we won't go
lp it's of NJ use we had better 60 home." [
So they went home, with the poor, de- I
pised little manuscript book. Later in
he day, Ike found Pansy in the summer
ouse, with the tears rolling down her {
heeks.
Why, Miss Pansy! now, what's the
natter don't take on I" ,
Ike, shall never be q great author ~ {
Well, miss, if you can't be one thing,
erbaps you can be another. Now, there 7
'as my father he was great man." +
How was he great man, Ike 2"
'' Why, he was a great white e-washer.
White washin' used to be great business.
ID, law, yes all the most genteel folks
adj a white washer twice a year. The
usints So is down now, with all the paintin' I
I'D r"e paperin' and the frescoes. But then y
law, bless yer, mss !-all the folks that
we'd In "a eat splendOr had q white asher.
ow. it was kind % singular, but there ,,
asn't hardly lady, that was fine house
repor. -hat could get along without my
sber. All wanted him To do their white NJ
asI,io', COS he was faithful and did his te
oIk honest and WELL Oh he was great 81 !
hlte washer ! So, don't take on, miss
r if yer can't be great one way, yer can =
lother."
Pansy listened quietly to Ike's consola- /
on and encouragement; and, wiping her
'es she eaid, smiling, Well, Ike, iii try
be great by doing my duty as it comes as
ell as can; perhaps had better begin II
st with learning ho,O to spell"