The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1886-12-28

swell, you see l did that, for your
sake" replied Slam mournlully."
~ am very much obliged to you" said
Lotto.
II was too late now, Her secret was
out, She tried to resume her work In
alIence. What was the use OF scolding2
Slam regarded the paper'atreWn table
with triumphant eyes. Lotto was very
lushed, and very inky. MSS. lay scat
tered everywhere. Her eyes were bright,
her right hand trembled; she looked tired
and excited. II was plain enough. Lotto
was writing for living.
"Going to be poet" asked Slam after
a painful silence.
III you'll 20 down the chsrry-tree the
way you came, ahall BIO Obliged to
yol," replied Lotto with dgniGed reserve.
"Poet- LotoateP"
ISLAM, shall shut the window"
~ know boy 10 does the poetry for q
shoe store. He might give you q job"
Lotto made no reply,
Writing leaders for tho 7ribuneT
III shut the window hard enough, 1t
will lam your fingers" :.
"Noyelsl I'll give you title. ! began
novel once myself. l called 1t "The
Poisoned Bathing Suit; or, the Summer
Boardsrs' revenge"
"s'reony Is making ginger.snaps this
observed Lotto, carelessly. "She
said they would hs hot at H."
"Is she ~ said slam indiHerently.
Sand mother said Il she got through in
time she might have Jelly Followers"
II have an appointment with q boy"
observed Slam after q silence. l think
I'll 20 down. I'm sorry to leave you."
"fhank you" said Lotto swsetly.
"Good-by, Slam. And next time, Slam,
remember what the Bible says happens
to the skeep and the robber that climbeth
up some other way, my dear"
"He fndeth his sister writing novels"
retorted Slam promptly, "and 60 tpm-
bleth of the chery.treel and brsaketh
his"
There was crash and o cry. Lotto
Fptang. There always was q crash and o
cry wherever Slam went, but still abe
spranH. She was In time to see him going
headlong through the beautiful green
mist. She rushed her mother ran every
body ran they we're all there in time TO
pick him up-hrnissd and aching, with q
sprain in the wrist, and twist in theSho1lder,
and q bump on the head; but these were
everyday items In Slams natural his
tory. KtlledH OF course not. Slam couldn't
die.
Slam had guessed better than he knew.
Lotto was writing novel. Che had been
writing a novel Tor GOOD while. II was
almost done. She had found 1t very in.
teresting novel. She should miss 1t 80
much, when It was finished, that she
could not help thinking that other people
must lud 1t interesting, too. She was
modest, sensible, clear headed girl, but che
did hope that she should find readers for
her novel.
II was an interesting novel, as have
said original, the author thought. II was
called THE ShSdov OF Lifetime, or,
It9rla's Fate" Il was quite long novel,
covering some three hundred and fifty
pages Of excellent paper, and II dealt with
the fortunes Of Yo1rg LADY who belong.
cd To q great and impoverished house in
Highlander Spain. I don't know hat II
was Spain, on the whole. The young
lady, BY tho sudden death OF both her
parents at the height Of an epidemic oil
some deadly disease not specifically de,
scribed, was thrown deferssiesS upon the
world with tho care Of two younger SIS
toya and an adopted brother. This IN.
happy young person suffered many and
thrilling experiences, chiefly "a q Cover.
ness, q position 10 which abe conquered
the sieeiiouS Of an earl aud q muslo.tpas,
tel, mainly BY her remarkable abilities In
tea6hina the higher mathematics 10 her
noble pupils.
Remaining true, however, 10 ler unac.
knoTledged love for her adopted brother,
she discarded all worldly advantages, and
alter showing marvellous nobility Of char.
acter, peraonal beauty, and endurance oil
disaster, was united 10 the adopted, brother,
educated tho rest Of the family, was
greatly beloved by the peasantry, and died
on her wedding day.
This conscientious and exciting Glory
contained the best Of grammar, some viii,
some true feeling, o good many classical
illusions, much quotation, and the above
described plot; and when Il was finished,
copied, revised, re.Tsad, cried over, hoped
over, prayed over, and poatage prepaid
with return stamps Tor letter OF eptance,
Lotto grew fsyerlsh with restlessness and
anxiety. She had selected the famous
New York pubblishers, MeSGru, Hight,
Weight 4 o., 10 publish her novel. She
thought abe should prefer the imprint Of
this celebrated firm upon her title-pRgo.
She thought she would aim at the top u
begin with. d.
She wondered that she did not hear
from those gentlemen In the course Of q
few days, but remembered that they were
probably busy,
10 while away the time Of waiting fol
the verdict on 1.-THE Shadow Of Life.
time or, LorlA's Fate" Lotto undertook
some other experiments at literary work,
Locked In the blue room, behind the
driving snow Of tho cherry blossoms,
alone, OF alone with Dash, ahe struggled
with her aspirations Ia the shape Of co.
says, poetry, journalistic correspondence
magazine stories, and O treatise on The
Education Of Women. She wrote and
wrote. She watched and waited. Sht
hoped and feared. She ran 10 the post
Office secretly, and had confidential un
derstandlngS With the exptesBinan. Day
became weeks. Nothing was heard yet o
1,orla's Fate. The great Mes9fB. Height
Weight 4 %. wefO 6ileht Atill,
Lotto said nothing, hut she suffered
much, The delicate scales have never ~
been invented which can estimate VIA
young women and men do suffer ID buCl
attempts to a. average nature 10 e1Csp
tiohal success.
She grew thin and pale. Hhe grew mel
vous and wAkeiul, Now and then she I'd
oeived q communication through the pos
oflloO which abe bid In her pocket, and Q
which nobody ever heard. Usually oh
might have been found locked into be
room alter these events and II one he