The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1880-05-29
CARMlNE'S TRIUMPH.
b. ANNABEL BAKER WHITE.
CHAPTER /.

"My wife an authoress! Ha! hap"
aud Staylor Rowan laid back his
curly head and laughed in the merry,
singing way that grated on his sensi
tive wife.
She stood near with downcast eyes
and burning cheeks, her slender
fingers clasping the unfortunate mag
azine that contained a short story
from her pen.
"Come herew The trembling cul-
prit approached her lord and master,
who drew her to his side. "Carmine,
am not going to reproach you for
your folly, nor shall | get angry with
you if you continue it, but if you
love me, you will write no more. This
thing" touching the magazine light
ly, lis but just started in the world,
and cannot afford to bring out EN-
bryonic authors. 1t must have we'll
known authors to push it up. How
much did you get for your story?' he
suddenly sasked.
nothing" she faltered; "it is the
FIRST ever had published, and" but
she stopped, checked by his cynical
smile.
Nothing! Then the editor thought
it was worth nothing. Was there no
way you could have used your time
with better resultsY he went on
ut is folly to attempt anything in
this line, Carmine 1t takes talent,
sense, influence, experience, thought
and cultivation to succeed. These
you have not got, my. good little
WHEY"
but have studied and thought
and written in secret more than you
think" she said, eagerly, land / am
resolved"
"To set the world on fire." he said,
with another musical calling laugh.
"No, my Carmine, don't aspire to be
a muse; be content to be nice house
keeper and graceful entertainer
Dress the outside of that pretty head
with crimps, but don't twist up the
inside with brain efforts that will
never result in anything but efforts.
/ don't want any slatternly, would-be
autboress, up to her nose in lux and
foolscap. with her house and kitchen
at skies and sevens. ! want q wife
OF whom ] can be proud; wife who
is always prepared for company, with
an immaculate house, golden butter,
and-and--in fact, want woman
for wife like my mother, woman
of whom any man might be proud"
energetically.
"And canAot woman be good
housekecper and yet use the gift
Of expressing her thoughts through
her pen, if God has given her such a
gini'
NO" he interrupted, almost rough
ly, ait is no use to talk Of it any more,
for it is a subject upon which we will
never agree. And, repeat, if you
love me, you will think no more Of
such foolish thing as writing for
the papers," Saying which, he went
out Of the door with wooden Oath
Il. e., slamming the door loudly,
and hurried off to the "depot," the
inevitable refuge in that part of the
country for men when out of humor.
Carmine cried heartily when he
was gone,and she was strongly tempt
ed to give up her hope OF becoming
a writer--one who should be able to
amuse, if not instruct and elevate,
her fellow beings; but the hope was
too strongly rootcd-it was too deep
" founded in a need of her SOUL
Thoughts and feelings within her
called for expression through her pen.
This was the one way iu which she
could utter them. If she could ex-
press herself in music or in painting,
that might have pleased Staylor bet
tsEtshe thought, bat one must take
The gifts of the gods as they come.
And she had q gift--she felt it in