Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1877-04-12

QlS eyes Win one uuuu lIOLu TIC llBut as
be did so. never took my eyes from
fiitted over his lips, as he dropped the |
story upon his desk, my heart gave a
joyful spnng.
TT is clever" he said In sweet soft,
drawling voice, "Quite clever"
"Then how unjust of them all to refuse
it," ] crieo, growing bold again IN the
of his appreciation. IF it had
had your name attached to it instead of
my unknown one, 1t would have been
published long ago. 1t is SO hard, 30 very
hard, in this cold world for beginners"
II don't deny the latter part of your
Speech" he said with smile; "for my
child (his "childl" was %, but thanks 10
my dwarfish figure and big baby gray
eyes, looked several years younger), Il
have been through it all. But neither do
admit the former. You have not been
trying 80 long, after ail-only six months.
Why that would be a short apprentice
ship to the millinery or dress-making
business. wouldn't il. You must remem-
Der that every publication has its own
especial corps Of writer's, and that there
are hundreds and hundreds of outsiders,
end though, in your experience, seem to
doubt it, many and many a clever article
is returned because the editor can find no
room Tor it, You ask my advice. ad-
wise you to try again, and, as you think
word from me may help you, though /
doubt it. you shall have it with all my
heart"
He touched hand-bell and the pretty
young girl entered the room. My
daughter" he said. So he was married.
Strange, had never thought of that; and
l straightway began to wonder what his
wife was like, while he, in low voice
gave directions for the note which was to
accompany my story, turning to me as
Is Sa he bad aSa dpa SO Tor mdDn
and my physician orders them perfect
rest" And yet he himself had read my
not very legible Ms. 1 could have kissed
his hands in gratitude. He smiled again,
= rare sweet smile he had-as he caught
the look which must have almost told
him so.
The note was written, signed by Mr.
Actonn and placed together with my story
in q large envelope. which the fair-haired
daughter addressed to the editor.
And yours papa?" she asked.
"Oh, mine can 20 at the same time. My
first venture in this direction, also, Miss
Mauze," to me.
Suppose they should reject it, There's
q line or two to so with it, dearie," to his
daughter, of course, and
room, exclaiming, 'Oh, papa-Louise-
Uncle Charles-he's herer BLESS my
soull" said my author, his face lighting
up in the most wonderful manner, as
though the tender light of early morn
should ut once turn into the radiance
of noon, and totally loos ng his drawl,
he continued hurriedly, please direct
the other envelope, Miss Mauzer, and
be so kind as TO drop it into the box al
the corner as you go home. My only
brother-my twin brother-has returned
from abroad, after an absence of several
years. I'm sure you'll excuse me. Good
by, and God bless your and away he
went-Louise had gone before.
/ sat down by the desk, and all of a
sudden, as the children say, q dreadful
thought came into my wicked little heart.
| never stopped to reflect. but-how could
l have done its i don't know, but l did.
/ changed the note Louise had written,
first adding my address to the envelope
containiLy her fathers story, and then
transferred her fathers Zine or two" to
that containing mine. ! sealed them both
and went down stairs-with n calm
serenity that betokened the successful
completion of a religious poem. rather
than the deed of which had been guilty
catching sight of a lovely group as
passed the parlor door-the pretty girl
leaning afectionately on the shoulder of
her new found uncle-the uncle bronz-
ed edition of my blue and gold author
the small boy perched on his knee, and
my author himself standing before all
three, his whole face aglow with Joy and
happiness. Did feel no pangs of consci-
ences / did not. was for the time be-
ing so lost TO sense Of honor. SO complete
ly IN the power of the tempter, that I'm
afraid laughed inwardly, and said what
funw
drapnea- sh.- ...-..s ersni- m The hax
at the corner, bought a loaf Of bread at
the bakers, carried IL home and actually
devoured half of 1t without choking
once.
But this hardened state could not con-
tipue. Before week had passed my
bread and milk began to taste less pleas
antly, to be unpregnated, as il were, with
the reproaches Of an awkward inner mon
itor, when one morning my landlady's
youngest, dreadful imp with an inordi-
nate appetite Tor sweets. knocked at my
door.
There's a man down stairs-wants to
see you, he announced. Got any lump
sugar.
"A mapr repeated, with as much
astonishment as though he had said a
hippopotamus, for no man had ever
called upon me before during the weary
six months had seasoned my food with
attic salt.
Got any lump" begun the imp
again.
What is he likc.' interrupted
"Oh, telegraph pole. His head knock
ed agin the hall l.mp-wouldn't it be finn
IL he'd smashed it-guess mom'd been
mad. Got any"
placed the sugar bowl before him and
FASTENED down stairs. To tel the truth,
in ny excitement / slid down the first
banisters, but happily recovering my
senses, walked scdately enough the rest
Of the way, and SD arrived al the hall with
proper decorun,.
And yet. strange to say, never guess
ed who .iiy visitor was. After thinking
Of him every day and night for week,
and having him in my thoughts at the
very moment the imp Knocked at the door,
] was as completely astonished to see him
standing there as though ] had never
thought of him AT all
81 started back; the blood few to my
cheeks; / could only gasp: "Mr. Ac-
tonnr
Why you look a. though you had seen
a ghost, I" said he, pleasantly, holding out
his hand. 'Send that sacred face away
Immediately, and bring hack the hopeful
one saw the other day when | babe you
goodbye. I've good news for you. Your
story Is accepted with many Compliments.
But the odd part of the affair Is thai the
editor writes to me as though IL were
mine. saying: Your Loves Young
Dream" is charming but not one word
does he say about my story, which went
at the same time. 1t did not 20 at the
same timer he asked. trying to look into
my dropping eyes.
"Ye-e-e.s," l faltercd. "but, oh! dear,
how shall I-how can II"
The bell rang. Glad of any excuse to |
cover my conscience and gain moments |
time in which to gain my self possession,
and consider how best could make the |
dread confession, / stepped to the door.
The postman handed me a package. l !
.ore it open. Mr.. Actions story returned.
VERY sorry TO return an article of such
marked ability, but IL accepted could not
De published for several months, perhaps