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

younger), 81 have been through it all
But neither do admit the former.
You've not been trying so long, after all
only six months. Why, that would be a
short apprenticeship to the millinery or
dressmaking business, wouldn'titS You
must remember that every publication
has it's own especial corps of writers,
and that there are hundreds and hun
dreds of outsiders, and though you, in
your inexperience, seem to doubt it,
many and many clever article is re-
turned because the editor can find no
room for it. You ask my advice. l ad-
wise you to try again, and, as you think
a word from me may help you, thou gh
doubt it, you shall have it with all my
heart"
He touched hand.bel and the pretty
young girl entered the room. Daugh-
terri he said. So he was married.
Strange, had never thought Of that;
and 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
soon as he had done so to explain: my
eyes have troubled me for month past,
and my physician orders them perfect
rest" And yet he,' himself, had read
my not very legible MSS. l could have
kissed his hands in gratitude. He
smiled again-a rare, sweet smile he had
as he caught the look which almost
told him so.
The note was written-signed by Mr..
Actoun and placed together with my
story in large envelope, which the
fair haired daughter addressed to the
editor.
"And yours, papa?" she asked.
ooh, mine can go at the same time.
Miss Mauze," to me.
Suppose they should reject itH
There's line or two to go with it,
dearie," to his daughter, of course,
"and-"
Just then lovely boy ran into the
room, exclaiming, 30 papa-Louise-
Uncle Charles--he's here" Bless my
SOUL" said my author, his face ligh ting
up in the most wonderful manner, as
though the tender light of early morn
should at once turn into the radiance of
noon, and totally losing his drawl he
continued hurricdly: Please direct the
other envelope, Miss Mauze, and be so
kind as to drop it in the box at the cor
ner 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. Goodby and
God bless you'll" and away he went
Louise had gone before.
sat down by the desk, and, all of
sudden, as the children say, a dreadful
thought came into my wicked little
heart. never stopped to reflect, but
how could have done it, l don't know,
but did. changed the note Louise
had written, first adding my address to
the envelope containing her fathers
story, and then transferred her fathers
line or two" to that containing mine.
sealed them beth and went downstairs
Catching sight of lovely group as /
passed the parlor door-the pretty girl
leaning sffectionately on the shoulder of
hernew-found uncle-the uncle bronZed
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 hap
piness. Did feel no pangs of con-
sciences did not. was for the time
being so lost to sense of honor, so com.
pletely in the power of the tempter,
that Pm afraid l laughed inwardly and
said: "What fun!"
dropped the manuscript in the box
at the corner, bought loaf of bread at
the bakers, carried it home and actually
devoured half of it without choking once.
But this hardened state could not con-
tinue. Before week had passed my
bread and milk began to taste less pleas
the fears and reproaches of an awakened
inner monitor, when one morning my
landlady's youngest, a dreadful mp with
an inordinate appetite for sweets,
knocked at my door,
There's man downstairs wants to
see you," he announced. "Got any
lump sugar."
"a man" repeated with as much as
tonishment as though he had said hip
popotamus, for no man had ever called
upon me before during the weary six
months had seasoned my food with at
tic salt.
Got any lump" began the imp
again.
What is he likeH" interrupted l.
"Oh, telegraph pole. His head
knocked agin the hsli-lamp-wouldn't
it been fun If he'd smashed it-guess
mom'd been mad. Got any"
placed the sugar bowl before him
and hastened downstairs. To tell the
truth, in my excitement l slid down the
first banisters, but happily recovering
my senses walked sedately enough the
rest of the way, and so arrived at the
hall with proper decorum.
And yet, strange TO say, l never
guessed who my visitor was. After
thinking of him every day and night for
a week, and having him in my thoughts
at the very moment the imp knocked at
the door, | was rs completely sstonished
to see him standing there as though
had never thought Of him at all,
started back; the blood flew to my
cheeks could only gasp: Mr.
ActOunp
Why, you look as though you had
seen u ghost" said he pleasantly, hold.
ing out his hand. Send that scared
face away Immediately and bring back
the hopeful one / saw the other day
when bade you good-by, I've good
news for you. Your story is accepted,
with many compliments, But the odd
part of the affair is that the editor writes
to me as though it were mine, saying:
Your Loves Young Dream" is charm.
ing, but not one word does he say about
my story, which went at the same time.
II did go at the same timer he asked,
trying to look into my dropping eyes.
" Ye-e.e.s," faltered "but OIL dearl
how shall I-how can Ip
The bell rang. Glad of any excuse to
cover my conscience and gain moments
time in which to regain my self-posses-
sion, and consider how best to make the
dread confession, stepped TO the door.
The postman banded me package.
tore 1t open. Mr. Actoun's story re-
turnedl
"Very sorry to return an article of
such marked ability, but if accepted
could not be published for several months,
perhaps year, owing TO the stress of