The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-05-14

Only one week more before happy Easter
Day but I. how can be happy without
Harry | believe | feel like regular
love-lorn damsel Twill not be so weak
and silly, but if he only would come back
and asked to be forgiven. I'll go down
and hear mamma groan over headstrong
daughters and much enduring mothers,
and papa declaim 'Mariand in the Moated
Grange.
She gathered up her embroidery silks
aud started for the sitting-room
As she passed the old school-room door,
which was ajar. she saw her young broth
err, the editor and publisher Of the Clarion
Of freedom, an amateur paper Of immense
circulation according to its prospectus),
very inky, and frownng heavily as he
clawed among pile of papers. She slip
| ped quietly in and took her seat before the
old desk, long since made over to young
er scion of the house, now enjoying a pro-
longed vacation. Her thoughts went back
to the past and she reviewed the long line
of teachers whose daily life she had helped
to make burden
How positively brutal was to poor
Miss Hodge" she thought Annette
told me she was in black for her beau.
and thought it 50 ridiculous to wear
mourning for mere lover. All, me! how
very much easier it is to bear other peo-
pies Affections than it is to bear our own.
If anybody had told me then should sit
here so forlom to-day.
Il say, Nora. do come here and help me
make this note out fl was Harry Os-
born I'd either take writing lessons or buy
a typewriter. Such looking hen tracks"
and the disciple of Horace Greeley thrust
a letter into his sisters ready hand.
DEAR JIMMY: Please send my next copy
of the Clarion to Wcedsport. | am going
there on Friday and | Shall depend upon
your weekly gossip to keep me posted on
home matters. | should not have known
q word about your brother Wills new
door or other important items if | had
missed the last issue. Yours,
H. D. OSBORN.
Got some sense if he can't write.
'Tisn't everybody that has brains enough
to appreciate my paper, Jimmy remarked
to his sister, who had repeatedly been
heard to call his esteemed contributors
troop Of boys and NOISY rabble, = and
notwithstanding articles rubbish"
The sight of the familiar handwriting
seemed to cast spell over Nora; She stood
still, W it'll The note in her hand and a far
away look in her eyes, as if her thoughts
were busy with some deep scheme.
Nora. why don't you answer" de-
man1ed Jimmy. DO you 'spose IIarry's
gone to Weedsport to buy ont Nor
ton I'll get good adj. il he has He
won't be back in one while That's where
that handsome Sadie Williams lives.
Jupiter! Wasn't She a sumner? Ralph
Osborn says she's been setting her cap for
Harry for more'n four years. No 60,
though, Is it % for Jimmy had not been
informed of the changed relations between
his sister and expected hrothcr-f-Iaw.
Nora heard lis last words and seemed to
have arrived at a conclusion AT about the
same time.
Jimmy, Size said, slowly, Il have
never contributed anything to your paper
Would you like me to write yoa little
story ,"
Jimmy was lumbfoundrd at this I'M
hcar,l-of condcseension.
well, don't mind If it isn't too long
You musn expect any pay though I'm
obliged To decline good story matter every
day, offered free. for want of space, said
the future great journalist.
''Oh. never mind, the fame will be suf-
fcicnt 10 rccompense,' answered Nora,
with becoming meekness. Don't write
only on one side of the paper. cautioned
Jimmy. and write goods you can. There's
only room for couple or three sticksful
Here's Il place at the foot Of this Deserted
Bride, ! tell you that's a good story
Its to be continued. You sec. and Ed has
left the bride at the end of the chapter
forty miles from house, deserted aud
sick a-bod. aud wolves all around don't
see how he'll get her out, but he will,
cause he's bound to be the future Ameri-
can novelist.
Noro roooivcd hor instructions and
after few minutes, rand writing said.
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