Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1877-01-12

more exclamation points than / care 10
set down. "What can the fellow meant
lie asked me for story only last month,
and said he had place reserved for II.
And why" with puzzled look on his
face, which under other circumstances
would have been intensely comic, I" in
the name of-I beg your pardon-but
phy is my story sent to your
sank upon the lowest step Of the
stairs, and clasping my hands looked
implorlngly up at him. 81 did it," /
said solemnly
"Did whatS" he exclaimed.
81 thought it would be fun, but oh,
dcarl oh, dearl it isn't funny at ALL"
What isn'tY"
"And then | was sure they'd take
them both--yours because II toas so good
and mine because you said it was. Will
you ever, ever forgive met"
He looked wonderingly down at me.
"You queer little incomprehensible
thing, how can forgive you II you don't
tell me of what heinous crime you have
been guiltyp
arose from my ignoblc position. l
gazcd unfinchingly in his face. com
mcnced in slow, measured tones 81
changed the stories when you left the
room to meet your long-lost brother. l
wanted to prove that your name, but
did not, after all"-dropping into my
old, incoherent style" and I'll go this
moment to that horrid, horrid editor and
tell him all the truth, and OH OH oh! |
haven't had anything but dry bread to
cat for q week"
"The deuce you haven'tW said he,
! hinging on his ad-brimmed hat and
rushing wildly from the house.
Ashamed Of the weakness that had led
me into the humiliating confession of my
extreme poverty, was still pacing the
hall and crying softly to myself, and
wondering why he had left me in that
extraordinary manner, when waiter ar.
rived from a neighboring restaurant
with roast beef enough for six people
potatoes to correspond-aquart of strong
tea and huge apple pie, not forgetting
| four kinds of pudding, dish of ice.
cream and basket of fruit, and "would
Miss Mauze have anything elseH" l
stopped CRYING and laughed until cried
again. Perhaps it is needless to say he
had forgiven me. And the very next
day we went together to the editor, who
wasn't horrid," after all, and told him
the whole affair, and he seemed to think
it a capital joke.
"By Georgew said he, chow my
brothers of the press will laugh at me
when this thing gets about, as 1t surely
will, hey, Miss Mauzes"
But why he should have addressed
such pointed remark to me cannot
imagine, for he could not have possibly
known, unless he we're one of the mind
readers we hear such wonderful accounts
of lately, which strongly doubt, that
had made up my mind to write it out for
the benefit of the reading public.
He's not married-that is, he's q
widower-Mr. Actoun, mean-ohl by
the by, Loves Young Dream" was pub.
lished and extensively copied-it was,
upon my word, and in spite of the severe
and never-to- be forgotten snubbing l got
from the Weekly NeplusuItra.
am an author, and tolersbly sue
cessful one, too; but to go back to Mr.
Actoun he submitted short MSS, only
four pages of note paper, to me the Other
day, the shortest and sweetest love story
l ever read in my life.
was 80 pleased with it that had nc
sooner reached the last word than
seized pen and ink and wrote Accept
edr-Detroit Free Press.