The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-09-13
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stand eo911o t1o odl1ugs ss tAkes the manuszipe nnwxnpe if, h seadinx 1t, glancine II it; skimming through the last few pagss, turning over the rest, he hands i8 back 0 me.
 "It is Father isngthy. hardly think we could ssd rom fcg such an article" He bows; takes up anotAer manuscript from his donk.
 fcEesp dowa the sssps, vith heart 70 heavy think it must have turned to stone.
 1t is drixzling rain. The aAernoon has become ba1eful don't care If Re6 soaking vel, and my best dress and hat are just ruined. 1 won't catch up my skirts. La them take care q shsm- selves, 1 made thems sAcu enouRh. Il don't ny to hep my heek out of the desperate Aas-loosedness. It has been looked at, called nothing but lengthy q de.est that werdl and resnrned to me. Il clutch de1erminately at the remnant of courage, gather it up, hold 1t tight, and start for the next newspaper ofhce.
 90 slowly up the seeps, fairly drag myself up, wishing they would reach to eternity, and there was no such place a. editorial rooms as the end All too soon 1 stand before the closed door. It is too much. The spirit is strong but the flesh is weak. turn on my heels, go nimhly down again, and lean against the banis- ter with sick heart. think will give it up. The roll in my hand stands on end and stares me in the face. Oh, dear don't know, though, why should feel so meek, have such a hang-dog air. They do, every last ore of them, publish trash and plenty of stupidly told things. seize my manuscript, or it seizes me. We mount the steps, open the door. Another one of those lghtish-brown moustached, pretty young men steps to- ward me. look at him sharply. l was in that state of ferceness that, do be- lieve, if I had found the shadow of smile lurking in his face should have boxed him, but he stood before me quite grave.
 .I e.ough, this i. piece for the paper"
 feel a spasm of laugh in my throat.
 "No, sir.n
 "The managing editor, guess, is the person you wish to sec"
 At this another gentleman steps for ward. My balance has been slipping away from me What avsils a frantic grab? fall into a state of topsy- turvi- ness, head-over-heeiness- The words that had made ready stick to my lips, and can only put the manuscript into his hands quite dumbly. He shows me an inner room, points to a chair, seats himself at a desk, and begins to read. My eyes fall on a waste basket by his desk. ooh, you open-mouthed, greedy, hope-devouring, insafiable thing~ and 1 shake my 6st at it. It gapes at me in- solently, and looks expectantly, like dog waiting for bone, at the paper in the editort hands.
 "l will circumvent you yet, you see" and WIS 90 exaspesated that, had l been near enough, 1 should have upset it. "I see this has literary merit" start, start almost out of my skin as hear the words. He merely remarks it. and goes on reading. The revulsion from despair to something like hope is twist up, and the tears spring to my eyes, followed by . hurried anxiety to get them out of sight without being seen. have just made my handkerchief as small as possible, and was slipping it to my eyes, when-"T This is something that will in- terest the ladies'"
 Up looks the editor; my hands drop, my lead jezln forward, down splash the two tears shsmefully inte my lap. But his glance goes over my head, as if he expected 1t to fall on the face of taller person but it did not mater, the tcp of tho hat would do. l was seized with the absurdisy of it, and coughed to drown a sigfle: .,; an there. Oh, for some power to direct his gaze! If it would only fall on that, on that, and not on some hooked-to- gether part. devour his face. What does that impatient pucker in bis eye brow mean2 He turns to the end ciose my fists tight, and fstch my breath slow. He has turned back to the be- ginning. The puekez is soneeAing ont. Hope rises rampant, dart triumphant look at the vaste-baske4.
 It is rather long such long articles rather repel readers than attract them. We have hardly room for it."
 He reads little more, ard then says, laying it aside on the table:
 aI think l will take this for the Satur- day supplement, but call again; have not time to read it all now."
 came within an ace of flying at him and kissing him, but got decorously out into the hall some say, and tkea l clapped my palms sharply together, while painless tears ran over my chea1s. Hope, ambition, joy, grew absardly wild.
 It is raining qs;.e hard in the ssreaAs. spread my handkerchia over ny haa, catch up my skirts carefully, hsep ny heels veil ont of the mud, make myself as small as possible, and hug tAe narrow shelter of the inner sidewalk. ] am again anxious about my clothes, and see fine weather to come, and the homeainess of bedrzggied, rumpled skirts, and