The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-04-17
WHY RACHrLnRn

contents, sell it to the rag-boy for
trash-paper, and with half of the dime
thus arrived at invest in half a quire of
plain white foolscap. You may need
the other half dime to buy a little bell
with before you are through.
Here we have a story in verse; some
thing in the school of Lucille, perhaps:
"rHE LOST INEz."
by Anita"
1t starts out very softly, thus:
" A young girl sat, one Indian summer morn
ing,
A gazing through the purple-hasy dawn.
ing
Morning. - "dawning." There,
Anita, you have sat right down on the
rhyming dictionary
" And bark a voice, by gentle zephyrs borne.
Comes Ger the hills in answer to her own"
Anita, we were about to drop lnez
in the waste basket with the Bachelor
and the Widder, but we see you have
inclosed stamps for return postage,
so we will inclose you one of our little
printed yellow slips on which we say
that the rejection of MS. by us does
not signify said MS. is without merit.
Suppose, Anita, you try the Century.
We saw ''dawning'' and warning
rhyming beautifully in it not long ago.
But it is one of our little peculiarities
not to publish these two rhymes in our
unpretentious magazine.
DRAGGED TO DEATH:
Or
The Dyndmiter's Doom.
BY Reckless Ralph. author of Calamity
Jane"
All. Ralph, you have struck the key
note of modern sensationaIism. "Ac-
cepted.' We will forward you Sl5
tomorrow. We remember what a
hit the "Calamity Jane" made.
) Only-O my! if | might just form a
| covenant with my conscience not to
read it over. But no; | am paid to
. do it.
Three hours later, with the din of
dynamite still in my head. | lay it
aside marked accepted" | look at
my clock Only two. Half an hour
5 yet till I'm free. Surely my head will
burst before that. But, here goes.
: This time it is a very small roll with
? ! very cramped and funny little hand.
writing.
4 "rHE TWO SISTERS"
, "By Lulu Brown"
1 To the editor, dear sir-I am only leyen
d years old, too young to write a storr that
: would he excepted. I'm aired, but o, If YOU
on!j knew how hard I've tride over this you
= would send ne some money for it AMI print it.
} | herd once about Il man nainc doctor Jon3on
writing Il story 10 defra b 5 mothers funcrel
expenses, so thought | would write a story
If j could ana get money to buy Ellie some
fresh sweet milk every morning She Graves
? for 1t SO, and some oranges and lemons. Ellie
is my older sister. She il very sick in bed. |
can do any thing to make money. but when
she is well she makes money copying and
r buys me fude and clothing, l wanted TO try
to do the copying. but Mr.. Stevenson said my
h%andwrite wasn't quite fit l don't know
what we VIII have TO do, | cant leave her as
she needs me all the time. But last night,
when Ellie was asleep and | was lying beside
her, | thought maybeI might write a story, SO
| got up and began. | prayed very hard to
God to help me, and He herd my prare, !
think, for all ut orce ! must have got inspired
and | wrote strate along till day. | read Ellie
the story next morning, and she said II was
very good indeed for one Of my age, did
not tell her ! was going to print it, because !
wanted it to be IL suppriZe. Ii you think
; about my story like Ellie does, you might put
my age at the top so as people wouidn't ex-
poet too much of me. Hoping you will except
my story, | AN, respectfully yours,
LULA BROWN.
, P. S.-Piease send the money to 80 Gilmore
street, upstairs, room number seven, ! mein
if my story IS excepted. | hope 1t Will be for
l | am alfred Ellie is going to de,
, Well, here was something n little
outside of our experience as story
/ reader. read it aloud, and before |
was aware a tear had gathered in my
; indurated eye. There was something
| so sincere in its artlessness, so pathetic
in its impulsive childishness, it Went
straight to my heart. Besides ii
brought back to mind my own SORROW
full childhood-a vision of an attic, a
deathbed and much childish misery.
read her little story. "The Two Sis
t ~ters.' 1t was sweetly and simply told,
} full of natural errors, but with crude
/ flashes Of originality that marked little
Lula as no ordinary child. Practical
ly, it was valueless, of course, but to
me it was Il green field and a ripping
brook and a patch Of blue sky amidst
the heat and the smoke and the din of
the great city. Before | knew it | had
sunk my head on the table and was
softly weeping. mo, Lula" | said
aloud, '.The Two Sisters shall not go
into the waste basket with the Widow
and the Bachelor and the Lost Inez.
neither shall they be placed there be-
side the bloody dynamite man, but
your piece is marked accepted" |
shall keep it for my very own, and you
shall have five large, round silver dol
lars to buy Ellie sweet milk and or
anges. l shall take them to you this
afternoon. and see what can be done"
MAY / join you Miss Vancc?'
I started but did not look around.
1t was irving Winter, Jr. He mad
opened the door unobserved and had
caught me in tears. A flush of morti-
f~ication overspread my face. I arose
at once with an affected little laugh.