The Southern herald., 1886-05-15

aspire to become an accepted lover or
author, you first divest your great
grandfather's leathern wallets of their
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 little bell
with before you are through.
Here we have a story inverse; some
thing in the school Of Lucille, perhaps:
"rHE LOST INEz."
MBfG4 "By Anita"
1t starts out very softly, thus:
"A young girl sat, one Indian summer morn
ing. .x
A gazing through the purple-hazy dawn.
ing"
Morning" =" "dawning." There,
Anita, you have sat right down on the
dictionary
." And harkl voice, by gentle zephyrs borne.
Comesoaer the lGIls In answer to her own"
Anita, we were about to drop Inez
in the waste basket with the Bachelor
and the Widdcr, but we see you have
inclosed stamps for return postage,
so we viii 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
8A Jane"
All, Ralph, you have struck the key
note Of modern sensationalism. "Ac-
cepted." We will forward You $15
tomorrow. We remember what a
hit the Calamity Jane made.
Only--O my! if l might just form a
covenant with my conscience not to
read it over Bat no; l am paid to
do it.
Three hours later, with the din Of
dynamite still in my head, l lay it
aside marked Accepted" l look at
my clock. Only two. Half an hour
yet till I'm free. Surely my head will
burst before that. But, here goes.
This time it is very small roll with
very cramped and funny little hand
writing.
rrRE TWO SISTERS i{r
"By Lulu Brown"
! To the editor dear sir-I am only leyen
| years old. too young to write a story that
would be excepted. I'm aired, but o, If you
only knew how hard I've tride over this you
would send me some money for it and prlntit.
herd once about a man name doctor Jonson
writing story 10 defra hs mothers funerel
| expenses SO thought would write story
| II could npd get money Ito buy Ellie some
s sresn swseI nun ever, morning one Graves
is MY older sister. sns is yery sick in bed
can't, id anys tn ng to make money, but when
snelA wen sho makes money copying and
to do the oopytnv bnt Mr. stevenson ] said ID INV
handwrite wasn't quite fit l don't know
VIVA. we VIII hSye TO d9. cant leave her as
when Flie was asIceD and was lvtns hasid1
her, l thought maybe might write story, SC
| gpt up and began. | prayed very hard tc
thirs Co. % "II t ne "nI me ne,u NY ny, praLe
and wrote strate along till day. read Ellie
the story next morning, and she said it was
NOT @ teI, ber wos ao,rn % n' ~ n~,n NY Sooo, uI
wanted it to be a supprizc. If you think
about my story IKE Ellie does, you might put
@ nect dse too ~ "h ,"J "p ~ ~ 1S peop'o mouun e1
my story, am, respectfully yours,
LULA BROWN.
Ha-Piease SEND the money to S7oGilmort
If NV story Is sresOted Sons sJto II w, ha ga so
1 am Alfred Ellie is going to de.
Well, here was something a little
outside of our experience as story
reader, 1 read it aloud, and before
/ was aware a tear had gathered in nv
indurated eve. There was something
so sincere in its artlessness, SO pathetic
in its impulsiye ehildiyhness, it wen,
straight to my heart Besides H
brought back to mind my own sorrow
full childhood-a vision of an attic, {
deathbed and much childish misery
read her little story "The Two Sis
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, il was valueless, of course, but tc
me IT was green field and a ripping
brook and a patch of sblue sky amidst
the heat and the smoke and the din Of