The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1883-12-15
A STORY THAT WOULDN'T DO FOR
CHICAGO.
From the Chicago Tribune.

discovered very pretty young Iady
standing in the doorway. "No," he
replied, che is not. The literary
editor is very ahable will-o'- -the-wisp
in rather tight pants,. and the extent
per week to which he is not in would
surprise you if you only knew about if.
He fits with airy grace though the
building once or twice a week, and
then, like a beautiful vision with box
toed shoes, is gone"
81 would like to see the literary
editor" said the young lady. 81 want
to compete for the Z116une's $40 prize
for the best story. Do you think l
would have any chance to win it?"
and pair of soft brown eyes looked
wistfully into those of one who would
soon be taking another bite of hard
tobacco.
''I can't exactly tell," said the horse
reporter. "It is more or less difficult,
by simply looking at person, to judge
of her power of weaving from her surg
ing brain the style ofromance for which
this paper is at present casting $40
worth of bread per week on the waters
The possession of a seal brown dress,
| hat with long feather on it,and pair
of high-heeled shoes might indicate
literary ability of a high order, and
then again it might not. should hate
to try and pick out budding Tennyson
by the cut of his pants or fish up from
the relams of obscurity mate to Harriet
Beecher Stowe with only collection of
sealskin sacques and S4 bangs to guide
me-"
"Oh, forgot" said the young lady,
blushing violently. "You want to see
the story l have written, don't you, and
then you can tell US weather l could
win the prize or not?"
eyes, replied the admirer of St.
Julien, 81 should not only like to see
the story, but I should also like to
read some of it. The best judges agree
that when a person is about to give
cold, critical judgment on a piece of
literary work it is always best to pre-
viously read it. 1t has been found that
the perusal frequently aids the critic
materially in ascertaining the general
drift of the efusion.'
"Here is my story, SIR" said the
young lady, handing over roll of man
uscript. "Could you read it now?"
"Oh, yes, was the reply, in cheer
full tone. 81 can dive though that in
about three minutes
For few moments there was silence.
Then the horse reporter looked up from
the manuscript to the maiden. "Does
this duck finally marry the grip" he
asked. "Tommy Fresh, or whatever
his name is?''
"Do you mean Vivian Dare2"
eyes, that's him. Does Viv finally
corral Lurline Loosehair mean the
Rfaga1hva 1hato or f na aaEaya Ggy talking U5 abQR ths
daisy for ice cream; that kind always
are"
"You probably refer to Natalie Mon
tressor, the heroine" said the young
lady in somewhat frigid tone. eyes,
they are united by the indissoluble tie
of martrimony."
'By the what?"
"By the indissoluble tie of matrimony
they are welded"
ooh, that's it," said the horse re-
porter. ''I thought they had fallen off
the shot tower together, or something
like that. But you're driving a little
too far from the pole when you talk
about marriage being an indissoluble
tie. As long as Sc will start divorce
suit the indissolubility of the matri-
monia! tie will have to take back
seat in one of the top rows"
"Doyouthinkmy story will answer"
said the young lady.
81 don't exactly like the ending OF
it," replied the horse reporter. 'Just
read that last sentence to me"
The young lady took the manuscript
and read as follows:
"Not a breath of wind, not the
faintest suggestion of zephyr even,
stirred the leaves of the linden trees
made crimson, and purple, and gold by
the magic of an early frost-under
which Vivian and Natalie were stand
ing. The golden haze of an October
morning was tipting the hills with its
glory, and as Vivian bent his head and
pressed on the beautiful face that was
upraised to his the betrothal kiss, he
said to her, 81 will never leave you
again. ,"
"Vivian said that, did he ?" asked the
horse reporter.
eyes, sir.
"Said in October, right after a frost
had knocked the leaves endways, that
he would never leave her again ?"
eyes, sir
"That won't do. No young man
with a head like that gets into our
chaste columns. Why, he ought to
have left her before noon that day."
"Why?" asked the young lady. 81
really do not understand you"
"This story happens out there under
the trees on frosty October morning,
doesn't it ?"
eyes, SIR"
''That's no place for a young man
who has the true Saxon spirit. He
ought to be over on the Board of Trade
buying corn. Any young man who
puts in his frosty October mornings
making love will gather no moss.
"Then you don't think my story
would be accepted"
"Hardly-at least in its present
state. You had better make Viv tell
Natalie that he loves her with a wild,
mad passion that makes him stub his
toe when he thinks about it, but that he
cannot ask her to be his bony bride
until after the base ball championship
is decided. That kind of an ending
would have the true Chicago tinge."
"Good day, SIR" said the young
lady.
"Bon jour-" replied the horse repor.
ter. "Saw your story into shape and
come around again"