The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1884-08-01

knew now exceedingly INDUSTRIOUS WAS,
how very much in earnest, how devotedly
attached to my calling-for | had married
the muse of literature for better or for
worse-there was no choice between doing
that and being governess-he would have
far better opinion of me and give me an
important permanent position on his paper
Immediately Then had heard so much
about the editor of the arlington /; all the
girls at the reading-room of the British
Museum were continually talking of him,
and in an evil hour armed with my most
elaborate poetical production, l made my
way to the Office and requested, and,
strange to say, was granted for London
editors are difficult of access) an interview.
The result was pain, shame, confusion, dis
comfiture and worst of all, failure.
Heaven and earth, how | hated that man
as | sat in the most remote corner OF the
bus on my homeward journey-how l
vowed to be revenged and let him know
some day whom he had sneered and jeered
at A! | would put him in novel, in a COM
edy, in burlesque. | would caricature
him with pen and pencil would become
famous merely to spite him, and refuse
oh, the joy of that thought Il would re-
fuse to write a serial for his hateful maya
zine. believe became almost eloquent
in my eternal denunciations of him and,
as an immediate practical, disdainful de-
fiance of him. I got out at Oxford Street
and went into Nudes for another volume
of Swinburne. .= H=..E...-
In one way or another, the editor of the
Arlington was good deal i'll my thoughts
during the next week, and the more l con-
sidered his conduct, the more | detested
him my cheeks burned and my ears tingled
as | recalled his low, mocking tones and
quiet annihilating glances. As for submit
ting story essay or articles to his tender
mercies-never
A fortnight passed, and my manuscript
did not come back. My name was not
Jones, but really did live with Mrs. Kent,
in Brown Street, and told her all about it,
so | should have received it had it been
sent. OF course he had tossed it in con-
spicuous waste-paper basket that | had
noticed under his table, and that was the
end of it.
One day quite month after my encoun-
ter with the autocrat of the arlington, Mrs.
Kent announced a visitor, gentleman, to
see me and in moment there entered the
editor, more cool, calm, self-possessed and
smiling than ever.
''The verses have not come back in quite
the usual way" he said, sinking unasked
into the only easy ehair-I was at my writ
ing table, and meant to stay there. "How
ever, here they are, all safe, with few
marginal notes. You do really leave beau
tifully broad clean margins-they are quite
tempting By they way, why haven't you
sent me that story?''
II haven't written it yet" | replied
longed to add land never mean to- but
somehow could not.
''Well, you must prose pays best.
What other editors have you been inter
viewing lately?' .0-.r ...l.
''None I never want to see another in
all my life % ..'.
He leaned back i'll his chair and laughed
heartily then, with mock gravity ..
'I'm glad to hear that for you're really
quite-dangerous BY the way, why did
you say your name was Jones? You might
have known should have found you out
Editors do find out everything in time.
You are Miss Madeline Meredith of Garth,
and your brother jeff and were chums at
Elton and Oxford"
"Oh," said, somewhat surprised, Il
didn't know ~
'sOf course not How could you ?'
"And I'm not Miss Meredith, of Garth,
any longer" l said with an effort at proud
|-composure. Papa lost all his money and
our house was sold then papa died. and
jeff is with his ship at the Cape, and Aunt
Adelaide didn't want me any longer; so |
came to London to Mrs. Kent-she's my
old nurse and earn my bread by my pen. +"
could not help telling him all that--he
seemed to make me, in spite ofmyself; but
| uttered the last words proudly, and he
did not smile at all, but looked very grave.
II wonder Miss Meredith, if you ever
heard jeff speak of Harold Cashelton -
ooh, yes, often .''-and then paused in
some confusion. Mr.. Harold Cashelton had
been my brothers guide, philosopher and
friend y and in one way and another | had
heard more than enough of him all my life,
though through my having no mother, |
had never been at Garth when Jeffs friends
visited him. In fact, | had worshipped
him secretly and afar off-from Jeff7s de-
scription-and made him the hero of more
than one romance and now there he was,
sitting in my easy-chair and chatting to me
as if he had known me all his life-as in
deed, suppose he had in way, for jeff
surely must have mentioned me to him.
After asking all sorts of questions about
my brother, he stood up to go, and desired
me not to forget the story, but then more
than ever | resolved not to write, as no
doubt he would accept it from mere pity
Three months passed away, and was ON
terms of almost civility with my hated edi-
tor hut 7 had Urittap nathin,r ftr- +ba ~