McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1885-01-01
CHATTER III.


months later, a decree of divorce was
granted. They babe each other a
formal goodbye. The beautiful brown
eyes of Mrs. Bobbin were just little
more sympathetic than usual. 81 hope
never to see you again" she said, II
wish you every success"
"You are not likely to see me again.
! hope you will prosper"
Having no business to "wind up"
and having about four hundred dol
lars, Bobbin started out on an object
less ''trail." In a distant town he Sc
cured work on newspaper. He en-
tered upon the discharge of his duties
with an interest he had never felt be-
fore. He had changed his name and
was now known as William Lagson.
Never satisfied with an effort. he was
constantly striving to do better. Val
liable books became his constant COM
panions. He wrote sketches that at
tanned widespread popularity. The
proprietors found that he was increas-
ing the circulation of their journal,
and, in due recognition of his worth,
they promoted him to the position of
editor. His mind, though, turned to
literature instead of politics. In this
position he remained nearly ten years.
One day he received letter that de-
lighted him. 1t was from the pub
fishers of magazine, and it ran as
follows: 'The stories, sketches and
reviews which you have written for
our magazine have proved to be most
profitable to us. You seem to under
stand the literature of the day better
than any man we know, and as maya
zines, like newspapers, are in need of
modern blood, we take pleasure in
offering you the editorship of our pub
lication.'
He was not moment in deciding
what course to pursue, for such po-
sition had become the dream. the hope
of his life. Resigning the next day,
he Immediately set out for the publ
cation city of the magazine. Arriving,
he was installed with as little ceremo-
ny, and with far less apprehension
than he experienced when he first Sc
cured the situation. One day, about
two weeks after he had taken his
"seat," he and the business manager
were consulting each other in the edi-
torial room, when Lagson caught sight
of woman who passed the door, down
the hall.
"Who is that lady?" asked the ed
itor. rather nervously, for he knew
that she was his former wife.
"By the way haven't you met her
yetp Her name is Bobbin. She is one
of our most valued contributors. En-
ploys the pen-name of 'Sullarura.
"Is that so? Why, she's brilliant"
eyes, she is great success. Here
she comes. I'll introduce you to her,
but mind or you'll lose your heart.''
''Oh, I think not, replied the ed
itor.
''Mrs. Bobbin, allow me to present
Mr.. Lagson, our new editor-or rather
our new editor, Mr.. Lagson, this is
Mrs. Bobbin, our most famed contrib
utor. Well, must 60 down. Excuse
me, please"
''This is indeed a SURPRISE" said
the editor.
''Not an unpleasant one hope, sir.
[ trust that our new relationship may
prove agreeable. should dislike to
uioSohciAeiC IL WI n 1Ol a puUllCdGlOu
to which 1 have become so much at
tached."
"Please be seated. No need of any
forebodings, assure you.
We doubtless understand the relation
ship of editor and contributor better
than we did the duties of husband and
wife"
You have changed your name, I
see?"
eyes, and never before was I so
well satisfied with the change. To be
called by my real name now would be
to us BOTH
Yet" she replied, ''if you had con-
tinued to 60 by your real name, we
would not have met again.
''Come, let us not refer to some
thing that is forever settled"
Excuse me for even so slight
reference. 1 shall not mention it again.
Well, I am happy to know that you
are so successful. Everything you
write is so charming"
ga compliment which appreciate,
for who is more beautiful writer than
sSallarura?'
CHAPTER III.
One evening, just year after s'Sal-
larura" and Lagson had met, they sat