Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1885-08-27

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Dditor, more COL, calm, sslfpos6ssSed, and
Bmi1ing Than ever. II
"1ks versos have not come back In quits
lhs ususl WY" he said, sinking unasked
Into tlo only eagy~chair ] was q my writ
Ing table, and meant to stay thora "How-
svsg, here they are, ell saie, with fsw mar
glnaA noteA You dorealIy beautifully broad,
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" ~ why haven't you sent mo thst |
saysn's ~rItase 4 yet" ! replied. !.
somehow could NOT
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cthsr ss,, =! saltors have you bssn Interviewing
sSonsl I never want 70 sec smother in
He eissnsd back In his chair and laughed |
nsastiIy then, With mock grsvity,
quite -daDgsrouA BY the way, why did
you ~ your name was J0nesf You might |
have Known should find you out Editors
g yca and out evsrything IN time Tine You
your bscshs, Jefr and were chums = Escn
.ohr Z, r fsaid, Somewhat surprised ! l didn't
Know r.
"Of course moi. How could your
"And I'm not Miss Meredith Of Grsth any
iongor,n said, with IN effort Of proud COM
posura "Papa lost all bis money, and our
Mouse wa. scld then papa died aud Jen v
didn,t want me any longer; 70 I came to
London 70 MrA Kent's she's my old nurse
--and earn my bread by my PEN
could q not help telling him Al thst..hs -.
uttered ihs isse words proudly, and he did
not smile at al, but looked very grave
IT wonder, Mis- Meredith, 4 you ever
heard Jef speak Of Harold Cashelton?
some confusion. Mr.. Harold Cashelton had
been my brothers "guide, philosopher and
friend," and In ono way and another had
heard more than enough OF him all my life,
had never been at Garth when Jefi's friends
visited him. In TACT had worshipped him
secretly and afar od-from Jefrs descriptions
and made him the hero Of more than one
my easy-chair and chatting to me a. II he
/ had known me all my life--as, indeed, sup
pose he had In q way, for jeff surely must
have mentioned me to him.
Il After asking all sorts Of questions about
my brother, he stood up TO go, and desired
me not 70 forget the story but then, more
than ever, i resolved not TO WRITE a. no doubl
he would accept It from mere pity:
Three months passed away, aud was on
, terms Of almost civility with my hated
, | editor; but had written nothing for thu
Arlington On that point was obstinate-nol
D | had told Mr.. Cashelton very much abou
sudden burst OF confidence, which seemet
, | inevitable. What wrote and how sue
/, ceeded never talked about In spite. o
several very insinuating questions; bu
Q about jeff would talk for hours, and he di'
8 not seem to weary of the subject, either.
o Sometimes / accompanied him to an after
noon concert at St James hall or matine
J, at the Lyceum, and he was always very kim
J. | and attentive; but could never get over tn
: fact that he had laughed at my poetry. Ha
| he laughed only at myself should have fol
y | given and forgotten it.
h One evening he called after having absente
himself for a fortnight and was wondering
;, in spite OF myself, what could have happene
v | to him. ] was about to call Mrs. Kent
light the gas, though it was quite brigh
when he stopped me.
e "Don't ring for lights" he said, in his laz
d way; 81 want to talk to you. have SOM
thing very particular to say, Madeline, and
>, want to say it to you alone. "Madeline"-
8, | and somehow he got possession Of my hanC
4. 81 love you; want you for my wife;
!, wanl 10 take care Of you, dear, If you will Il
II me-"
ID "I can't help it," returned, foebly an
vaguely.
a- Darling, you must have seen that / love
st you, and you surely must care for me lit
: In return p
az don't KNOW" said, more teen1e teees,;; Ia, an
~ and .ns.,R the R2id%sss Vas gone by forever .nigl
- khave been cool and proud, naughty and q
TX fant laugbaa IN his face and told him
10 | scornee i.Is love as he had scorned my poetr
!. instead of which stood trembling an
. blushing in his arms, while he kissed m
face and called me all sorts OF pretty name,
and In spite Of myself confess liked
le 1t is humiliating, 1t Is horrd, but 1t Is true
did love the handsome, hateful editor.
Darling" he cried, holding me from hi
~ at arm'slength, "you're q vixen--you'l
=, too fond OF that vagrant poet--you detest n
az cordially still, Madeline, love you, and
"a believe have loved you from that day whe
al your presence made a spot of sunshine
n, my very shady editorial den. Some da
III | perhaps you will learn to care little abol
Ia me-"
~ Six months afterwards we were married /,
II st Georges, Bloomsbury; and when ye
u came home and heard all about 1t, / though
of he would have gone out OF his mind wit
ia Joy. Now / write what / please for th
n Arlington and though the editor goes owe
II, he does not dare alter syllable, so tn,
u Ia that respect have gained my point.
10 have conquered my first editor Erona "a
1t Ncw Noon for august.