The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1888-06-30
rLZopy;ignted, 1883, BY the L " Kellogg Assoss
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fLTopy;ignted, 1888, BY the L N. Ke!1ogq &scose
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oOneno1. amateurs parroniZirg country
newspapers always insist On reading
their own productions to the editor. Like
the first-bcrn infant, they are too delicate te
entrust to ether than parental hands. Miss
Hopkins began:
"'TEE MYSTERY CE THE ROCK HOUSE
on TIE HILL;
OR,
THE GHOSTS LAST WALK ON TIE ap1ufB
Il Stcyu Of Lire era DEATH, Lone end ssSuperaat
,yo.'''
'''You see, am something like Hawthorne,
Etels.ing into Che supernatural" said Miss
Hopkins, with o snahe which displayed her
false teeth.
$50 observe; please proceed" said the
editor, trying very hard to be interested.
s''It was a dislnally dark night. The winds
sighed mournfu! requiem through the
tree tops, and it WAS IT that beWitching
hour when grayeyards yaWn and ghosts
stalk forth Ths. reader paused to
mark the effect on her nearer He sat un-
moved by the startling beginning, and SHE
asked HIM how he liked it. Very well. he
thought, aud said ''go on" She went Oh.
Il, was IL crude story, full Of improbable in
cidents, and gushing ovcG with Lear stained
love scenes The heroiuo was such a tender
hearted creature, ard had such a tendency
to burst into tears, that the reader soon be-
cane disguised with such imbecihty, and
was in conet ant dreaG of another explosion.
Tie funny man Was a strained character at
best. He was constantly at his wits end to
be witty. In fact the story WAS Fat and In
spid, a!1d while the editor knew he could
uoi nee it, he had a great delicacy IN ex-
pressing his real opinio2l Of il.
w hat do you think Of it, Mr.. Grays" she
finally asked.
Allen was at critical point. There sat
TIE anthoress before him, holding the dear
IL beloved creature Of her Imagination in
be-, hand. He would as coon think Of tell
ing a doting mother that her child was ugly
as to cypress his real opinion Of this story
to- Miss Hopkins. She had influential
srieutis, persons of reatdepth and acunen,
who had long since discovered a wonderful
embryonic genius in Miss Leethy. 10 re-
;ect her story was to Insult their intelh-
kcnce and influence, while to publish it was
&c make himself the butt Of ridicule by all
thinking people. IL would require skillful
management to steer clear of his many
complications, hut Allen YVES equal to the
emergency
We couldn't publish a. serial story in the
Vy:sts11. 2epu6Ac now, Miss Hopkins" he
SAID Wouldn't it be better to send it TO
Hacper;s??''
The reader may ask what harm the Har-
per's nad done him that he should wish to
iul1ict this punishment on them. But we
rnust remember that Allen was only hu-
man being in great Strait. Drowning men
will catch at straws, and Allen, like all
other men, was anxious to shift the load he
bore upon the shoulders of some one else.
Moving uneasily in her seat, Miss Hopkins
replied:
81 don't think il worth while to send tins
10 the Harper's, Mr.. Gray, they are too old
fogyish 20 even discove, true genius, you
know Like all the established publishers,
they have got to going III lines and ruts,
which new genius struggles to break away
froli, One can't do it with those publishers.
None Of the large magazines ever develop
eny thing; they are simply able to buy tho
Jewels which some poor miner has dug UP.
All of our successful authors make theig
star on obscure publications"
ST believe you are mistaken, Miss Hop
kins. Aarper's would read your manuscript
sni decide fairly upon it,
t'I am sure they would not,'' she per
NstMl. eff they don't find this out Of their
rut, they have some special favorite whose
manuscripts just ahead Of mine, and they'll
send it back with d printed apology that its
rejection is not necessarily lack OF literary
n.arit, but because they have something
n}1s it on hand Those New York publishers
are not in sympathy with new authors"
Miss Hopkins was woman OF literary ex-
perience, and was not 10 be induced to give
Harper's the infinite pleasure Of rejecting
her manuscript.
az am sorry; but Ii really have not
space for your story st present, Miss Hop
kins," said Allen. Being able to put but one
Interpretation on his refusal, she asked:
care you going to commence one of Mr..
Barnes' stories?'
"No, we can not possibly use serial at
present," he answered
SWhys"
s:Because our people think that in order
&c build up this town all space possible
should be devoted to it. Besides, the fad
election is coming on, and the canvass will
necessarily demand a great deal OF space"
Miss Hopkins looked very much disap-
pointed bus after q few moments she said:
"Can you use a poem cccasionallyf'
stI think can;
This only partially repaired her disap-
peintment She declared the people OF Tur-
ley's Point must ho very ignorant to refuse
such novel as 1.-THE Mystery Of the Rock
Blouse on the Hill,'' ana bewailed the fate
ut struggling genius, held down by the iron
hand Of prejudice.
She took her manuscript and Aeft the
Office with a look Of disappointment and
heavy heart. We console ourselves that
Miss Hopkins is not the only author who
has met with disappoin tments.
Her visit had temporarily led Allen
ssray's mind from the subject which had
become so painful, but when she was gone
Is returned with double force, and all his
efforts to forget Bertha, by plunging into
business, were unayailng. That beautiful
being who had grown so dear to his heart
was always present.
ooh, Bertha, Berthal will this crushing
weight never be re1novedi he asked him
self. az
His reveries were interrupted by the
abrupt opening of his sanctum door: Mr..
Tom Simmons, with face inf1amed with
anger, boldly entered.
ssEee here!n he cried, with the air Of an
snraged master, whats this ! hearth
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