The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-06-26
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dailies.
One day, a particularly vigorous art.
icle of his was noticed by the manag-
ing editor, and Paul's prospects bright
encd. He was given a line OF work
which suited him about as nearly as
any thing could, with his bohemian
way of thinking and working. A short
time after this he wrote a series OF
strong editorials against the man in
power, Of the opposite political party.
The ward politicians began to inquire
about him. The central committee
called on his chief and sought him out.
A political speech was demanded OF
him for the coming campaign. OF
course he refused, pleaded that while
he could write a little he never could
talk. and, anyhow, politics was not his
forte. With regard to the latter. the
committee simply mentioned his edi-
torials and as to the former, his chief
said he could write and commit his
speech if he wished.
So being corr cred, he consented,
and, luckily, feeling himself on the
right side, was able to make a pretty
fair argument. His speech was cheered
by his hearers, Gall of the same polite
al faith), laudcd by the daiiies of the
same hue, and ridiculed by those of
the opposite party. 1t was nothing ex-
traordinary, yet it did him good, and
brought him htorc the public. The
speech was repeatedly delivered during
that campaign.
When the ball was once set rolling,
it was hard to stop it. Lyndon saw
his name more in print during those
six months than he had hoped to see it
in the same length of time during his
whole fifteen years of dreaming. 1t
was not in the way of which he had
dreamed, but the result showed that he
had become 4 worker.
Then sometime afterward he handed
in to his chief to be run in the Sunday
edition. one of his many stories which
in some way he had summoned up
energy enough to finish. 1t took well
and he finished another which was also
>. published. SO by degrees he worked
slowly upward until at the end of
the five years he was known as a
rising young man, not famous,
but nearly so. He might never
become so in reality; but, Helen, who
had watched his course more closely
than he supposed, oreven she imagined,
began to have hopes that he might out
grow his wickedness.
:. Five years! Helen was down at a
little harbor along the coast of Massa-
chnsetts Ne sing the summer. On n
particulafihay a great storm swept
over the fcean. A small yacht, max
ing a pleasure trip along the shore was
caught by the winds and waves, driven
on shore and broken upon the rocks.
All the little village was gathered on
the beach, and by and by, on the top
of one of the waves was 1oated in the
body of a man. 1t was Paul.
He was borne to the nearest house
and in tearing off his wet clothing, the
fishermen dropped two letters from his
coat pocket. Helen, who had followed
the body into the house, picked them
up and saw they were hers. One was
unopened.
Probably that would have wiped out
all his sins; in fact, | believe she had
long before forgiven him, even his
trcachery, on the last night they had
been together.
just as she was holding the two let
ters in her hand and scanning them
closely, Paul opened his eyes and see
inc her thus engaged, said: "You al
have it back, now
Il do not believe | care for it," she
said; and, womanlike, knelt by the
bed.
And then, in quick, hurried tones, the
whole story of their lives was unbur-
dened; she explaining her distrust, and
he disclosing the falseness of the story
told by the charming Mrs. Osborne.
And after it was all explained, and
the two united, he turned his face upon
the pillow and fell asleep.
But was his life wasted, although
that sleep he entered upon was the sleep
of death p Charles Cu,tz Hnhu.