The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1884-09-19

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questioningly-" something move
and attractive, that might be treat.
ed briefly and brightly-made "a
feature of, in short shall be very
pleased 10 consider anything OF
that sort YOU may favor me With,
Miss Jones.'
lie always paused most prOv0k.
ingly after the "sliss," aud hardly
kLew whether to be angry or TO
laugh outright as | stammered a
feeble Thank you.p
"And you really shonll cut Swim.
buIne,' he added, with a meanin z
glance at the manuscript.
IL don't know Mr.. Swinburne-
that is, | met him only once, and
then he said something 10 me in
Greek" | replied.
'He might have said something
much worse. But merely mean
YOU shouldn't devote so much of
your time to his poetry-the 'Po-
ems and Billiards. for instance, aud
the Songs Before Sunrise
"How do yon know do''
"lnternal evidence;' and he
touched my manuscript. "This
betraysa a severe course. You must
alter your style Miss Jones. Time
enough for you to come to the cyu-
ical ...sensual~metapbysical..incom
preheusible in ten years, say.
You'll be educated up to the point
of not believing q wort of it by
that time. Kindly leave me Your
address, and the manuscript shall
be returned in the usual way.n
"W. c." replied, my face Grim.
son, scare of Mrs. Kent.n
lie wrote il down, and then stood
up to Indicate that the interview
was over, bowed formally, and then
touched u little bell. Suddenly n
small boy appeared, who conducted
me down u dark breakneck stairs,
through several moldy, dusty laby-
rinlhine passages aud cut through
a booksellers shop. | felt more
thoroughly small, mean, miserable
and disgusted than | had ever felt
in my whole life rs | emerged from
the shady by.street, containing the
office, into the light and hustle OF
Plccadllly, and as | got into the
'bus, l vowed never again to come
to personal encounter with au
editor. Hitherto | had been con-
tent to drop my little contribution
modestly into the letter. boxes of
certain weekly publications that
delight in small stories, or | would
send them by post and await the
result with what patience could.
Sometimes my stories and verses
were accepted, sometimes not, and
tancied that ii an editor only
knew how exceedingly industrious
1 was, how very much in earnest,
how devotedly attached to my call
ing--lor / had married the Muse of
Literature for better, for worse
there was no choice between doing
that and being governess-he
would have far better opinion of
me, aud give re an important per-
manent position on his paper imme.
diately. Then had heard so much
about the editor of the Arlington,
all the girls at the reading.room OF
the British museum were continu.
ally talking OF him; aud in an evil
hour, armed with my most elabo
rate poeiical production, | made
my way to the Office and requested,
and, strange to say, was granted
tor London editors are difficult of
access) an interview. The result
was pain, shame, confusion, dis
comhture, and worst of all, failure.
Heaven aud earth, how | hated that
man as sat in the most remote cor
ner OF the bus on my homeward
journey-how | vowed to be re
yenged and let him know some day
whom he sneered and jeered at /!
l would put him in u novel, in a
burlesque. | would carricature him
with pen and pencil, l would be.
come famous merely to spite him,
and refuse-oh, tue Joy of that
thought!-I would refuse to write
serial for his hateful magazine.
| believe | became almost eloquent
in my internal denunciations of
him; and, rs an immediate practi.
cal, disdainful defiance of him, |
got out at Oxford street and went
into Muiie's for another volume of
Swinburne,
In Que way or another the editor
of the Arlington was a good deal
in my thoughts during the next
week, and the more considered his
conduct the more | detested him
my cheeks burned and my ears tin
gled as | recalled his low, mocking
tones, aud quiet, annihilating CLAN.
ces. AS for submitting story, es.
say, or article to his tender mer.
cies-neverl
A fortnight passed, and my man.
uscript did not come back. My
name was not Jones; but / really
did live with Mrs. Kent, in Brown
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