The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1885-02-13
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"Oh, yes. suppose heroines mnst
be docile and submissive, unless they
are regular shrews. But | do like to
see women with little spirit. She
wore simple white muslin chat ever.
lasting white muslin she thoughD,
with rose-bnds fastened in her hair
But you know she could not fasten
flowers IN her hair, unless it was braid
ed, or tied up in some way Braid it
up won't you, Charley =
"Now, my DEAR if you are going TO
alter everything just as fast as write
it, may as well stop where am
AT this Nellie finished the page with
out making further suggestions but
when he had given her his twentieth
goodbye kiss, she looked up in his face,
and whispered coaxngly
"Braid up Violetta's hair wont You
dear p
"Confound the girls hair Do it
anyway you please. Braid it, bang it,
dye--dc what you choose-onlv don I
let us have any more quarrels."
And as Nellie went to her room af-
terwards, she laughed to herself as she
repeated
"'EIair hanging down to her heels.
How she would look 1t is just like a
man. 1t makes me think of the sha-
wings | used to fastcn on my head
when was a little girl. Poor Char
ley ! it is hard for him but he will
do it. know
And indeed it was hard for the poor
fellow. He never worked SO indefati-
gably in all his life. He absolutely
grew thin over that article. But he
finished it at last. 1t certainly was a
very remarkable story. The plot was
not quite equal to the details. The ex-
pensive and elaborate toilettes in which
Violetta indulged, would have ruined a
| tirst-class actress; and the miuuteness
| with which each sash, ribbon and but
ton was described might have lmmor-
talized some disciple of Worth himself;
but, as he said, it helped to fill up the
pages, which of course was the main
thing.
"You arc not going to kill Violetta,
are you, Charley?' Nellie inquired, one
day, with evident concern.
"kill her o. he repeated, savagely
''indeed do intend it | should like
to stab her-poison ber-torture her ir
the most horrible manner-in return
for all the misery she has occasioned
me-"
"Oh, would not kill her People
always like to have stories end. we'll"
"Nellie, l must have my own way in
ths-for it will be the only satisfac
ton that / can have in the whole thi ng
| read of a woman who was walled ur
to her throat, and then left to perish
If could think of something equally
as horrible | shonld consider myself
quite genius"
And he did kill Violetta sure enough
but he compromised with Nellie, and
| allowed her to die respectfully and
comfortably in her bed, with her dis.
consoate friends weeping in circle
around her.
When it was finished he literally
danced for Joy.
Then he took it to his loving critic,
who copied it very neatly and eligibly,
making some discreet alterations, es
pecially in regard to stupendous toi
lettes, az she termed them.
"Now, Charley she said, sit is very
nice, and will be success, ] am sure
Where do you intend to take it :"
81 shall take it to Rob Hunter, who
has charge Of the story-departmept OF
his paper and he will accept it,
think. If he demurs at all, l shal
offer him fifty dollars to publish it,
But isn't that rather an unusual pro
ceeding, Charley ?"
"Well, this is an unusual story, yor
dnow, and we cannot expect to make
our arrangements in the ordinary way
entirely.
| However, the desired object was ac
complshed and then Nellie went to 6
friend, in another editorial Office, ant
asked her to copy the sketch. and to try
to get it copied by some other paper
also.
"But, Nellie said the lady, sthis i.
not striking effort. Did one o
your friends write it ?
"Yes,' she answered, with blush
and then she told the circums ia noes
fully and frankly.
"Well, will copy it, was the good
natured reply "but, if | were you.
would advise Mr.. Barrett not to write
anything more of the kind"
mo fear of that she answered
with merry laugh.
The story being copied into the two
papers, Nellie took them all to hel
father, who examined them very care
fully, but with somewhat dubious ex
preston upon his face.
Eyes, daughter" he said, ''this seem.
a very successful story but if l were
Charley | would not try another, be
cause he might not be so successful
second time"
He always felt that he had been i'm
posed upon but when he saw what
good, kind husband Charley was, an,
how happy he made Nellie, the oil
gentleman gradually became reconciI
ed.
| Aud when his little grandchild, a
the early age of FIVE years, absolutel
composed four lines of poetry, he wa
convinced that genius had at las
been born to them, and his happines
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