Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-08-01
AN AMERICAN NOVEL.
Suggestions which all Writers of Fiction
should Heed.


minister, ne was shown into the library,
where the minister idlea away most OF his
time. The minister greeted him, not bOis-
terOuSly, but respectfully.
Mr.. GraySOn, have You Seen-"
All. | know what you are goin to say.
You want to know if have seen your last
book of sermons"
Yes; have you?'
II have
WHAT do you think of the idea?'
Good, but they will not be understood
outside Of Boston"
That is u fact"
They sat for time looking at each other.
The minister sneezed, excused himself and
sneezed again. Tell me, GraySon, is not
something on your mind?'
We'll, not particularly"
Come, now, GraysOn, you know there
is"
well, am bothered.
Tell me-"
Not now
Have you spoken to your wife,
Not directly"
DO you intend to tell herr"
Perhaps
What are you writing nOw?'
~ treatise on the tricOrnigUOuS AMI
mails of the third century"
"Ah, a splendid idea. How fortunate 1t
is that all great writer's live in Boston"
why so?'
Because if they did not, they could not
find publishers for their works.
You are right BY the way, | read II
novel the other day in which man was
killed"
"PrepOSterousw
Yes, and it had plot"
How absurdn
And, worse than all, the author made
his characters converse in IN interesting
way
THE simpleton! Who wrote it?'
A very old writer, now almost entirely
forgotten. Let me see. His name was
was Dickens
Il have heard of him. He was easy OF
expression, but had no art"
Worse than that, his book contains
moral.
Foolish! Such books are not real.
There are no real books outside OF TINS
town D."
Now, for Instance, if Il reporter were To
take down what we were saying and were
10 embody it in a book, it would be art,
the art of truth. | don't believe that any
Of Dickens conversations ever occurred,
consequently they are not art but simply
imagination. Now, there il fellow named
Collins. Do YOU know what his aim is?'
No"
He wants to entertain people"
''He must be crazy. Did you ever read
any Of his books
Il tried to read one which he absurdly
calls ;Armadale,' but il became 80 thrilling
that had TO throw it down. Such writers
are positively annoying ! should think,
or nj least don't see why there is not real
life enough in other cities to furnish some
man with material to write book.
1T does seem strange.
The minister gently scratched his shout
der and GraysOn passed his hand over MS
face. The milkman stopped at the door
and rang his bell. A servant girl went out
and rot the milk. She smiled at the milk
man. She would marry the fellow, but
she does not like the idea of leaving the
city.
Gravson arose and said that he must 20,
so SOon?"
II have been here quite a while. "
''Oh, no, not very long
Yes quite q while"
What makes you think soE''
well, because | believe II.
Can YOU not tell me what is on your
mind?"
NO, not now"
''Wish you would"
Cannot to-day
Coming to church Sundays?
YES"
Graysou walked slowly along the street.
He could have walked rapidly, but he did
not. Why? He didn't want to. When
ne reached home he opened the door ana
went into the house. Why did he open
the door? Because he did not care to g
through one of the windows. When he
entered his wife's room she spoke to HIM
He nodded and passed on. He did moi
sIeep any that night and the next day he
sought the minister. He found the reyer
end gentlemend in the library engaged IL
Moving his nose on silk handkerchief.
'.Sit down. How are You getting along?
Not very we'll -,
'SThat something still on yOST nipd@'
eyes"
Can You not tell me?''
''You are my friend?'
Eyes"
Then viii tell yOu. Listen. A New
Yeyk paper saws that Boston is not the lit
eyary eeateF Of this country"
Tba ta,o men locked at each other ant
| sighed.