The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-03-27

tents, sell 1t to the rag-boy for trash paper, and with half of the dime thus arrived at invest in half quire of plain white foolScap. You may need the other half dime to buy little bell with before you are through
 Here We have story in verse: some thing in the school of Lucille perhaps,
 THE LOST TNEz
 By" Anita"
 IL starts out very softly thus:
 :" A young girl sat one Indian summer morning X gazing through the purple hay dawning.
 Morning -" dawning' There. An ita, you have sat right down on the rhyming dictionary
 ." And hark! a voice by gentle sephyrs borne,
 Comes OCT the hills in answer tO her own. Anita, We were about to drop Inez in the basket with the Bachelor and the Widder" but We see you have en- closed stamps for return postage, so We will enclose 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 Ct1utrV We saw dawning and warning rhyming beautifully in it not long ago But it is one of our little peculiaritics not to publish these two rhymes in our unpre- tentious magazine.
 DRAGGED To DEATH:
 Or.
 The Dyndnltarris Doom.
 By Reckless Ralph, author of Calamity Jane. :"
 Ah, Ralph, you have struck the key note of modern Scnsationalism Ac- cepted '- We will forward you $li to- morrow. We remember what @ hit the Calamity Jane made Only--o my! if might just form a covenant with my conscience not to read it over. But, no, l am paid to do it
 Three hours later. with the din of dynamite still in my head lay il aside marked Accepted look at my clock Only two. Half an hour yet til 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 handwriting
 THE TWO SISTERS. By Lula Brown
 old, loo young to write story tha; would bc cN ceptcd i'm aired. but Q. if you only knew how hard I've tridc over this you would send me some money for IL and print tt. l herd once about a man named doctor Jonson writing a story to dera his mothers funercl expenses, SO l thought would write a story if could and get money to buy Ellie some fresh sweet milk every morning. She craves for 1t so, and some oranges and lemons. Ellie is my older sister. She is very sick in bed can't do anything to make money, but when she S well she makes money copying and buys me fude and clothing. wanted to try to do the copying. but NIT. stevenson said my handwritc wasn't quite fit. don't know what We will have to do l can't leave her she needs me all the time But last night, when Ellie Was asleep and was lying beside her, thought may | AAtrhf taTf4 IAFttfI m md h.sa 1 prayed very hard to God to help me, and He l herd my prare. think. for all Ut once l must day. read Ellie the story next morning. and l she said il Was very good indeed for one of my age. did not tell her was going to print it be 1 cause wanted il to be a surpriZe. If you think 1 about my story like Ellie does, you might put my ! age at the top people wouldn't expect too much of me. Hoping you will except my story, l l P.S.-pleaSe send the money to 379 t'ilmore | street, up stairs room number seven. mean if my story is excepted l hope il will be for am aired Ellie k going to die.
 l We'll, here was something q little ] outside of our experience as story reader. read it aloud, and before l was aware a tear had gathered in my 1 indurated eye. There was something ] so sincere in its artlessness, so pathetic ! in its impulsive childishness, it went straight to my heart Besides it 1 brought back to mind my own sorrow l tul childhood-a vision of an attic, a | deathbed and much childish misery read her little story, "The Two Sisters ' It was sweetly and simply told, full of natural errors, but with crude flashes of originality that marked little Lula as no | ordinary child Practically, it was valueless. of course, but to me it was u 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 l had sunk my i head on the table and was softly weep ing, No, Lula l said aloud, " The i Two Sisters shall not go into the waste basket with the Widow and the " Bachelor and the Lost Incz, 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 oranges. l shall take them to you this afternoon, and see what can be done
 May join you, Miss Vance,
 started but did not look around. It was Irving Winter, jr. He had opened the door unobserved and had caught me in tears A flush of modification over@pread my face. l arose at once with an affected little laugh Don | report me, Mir. Irving have Il very bad head this morning
 But a very softheart. Head Fie' fe! you were weeping (acknowledg" the corn) because pater iamilias inter fered between Eloisc and the coach Il Af garet How many months of story reading will it take to harden your heart?
 '' Yesterday said, with "aic,tr. you complained that l was hard-hearted
 So you are-worse than hard cruel to me
 /" Be that as it may (and to dispute your word means half an hour bore dom). it is my dinner hour and am very hungry. l think have earned my bread today v