The Springdale news., 1888-10-05

iect you to criticism. Besides, one blooms ia the spring, and the other usually ma lures i'll autumn"
 Well, if you think that piece won't do, I'll read you one OH the brooklet,n said the author.
 There was no escape, and Allen told him to proceed.
 Laughing. bubbllng, bright and clear,
 Gushing, dmpling little brook,
 Gurgliag, nurmurlng, sad to hear,
 How you tempt me from my book;
 Dashing. sparkling ever OH,
 Skipping, jumping, still you go,
 Laughing bubbling, gushing, dimpling. Flashing, whispering, grooming, sim7erinG,
 Gurgling, murmuring. stll you go. |" How d'you like that.a the poet asked, giving the editor g precarlous look. That's better"
 "D'you really think so.' " Yes decidedly
 "We1, suppose you use that?s' "Very we1l,' and, without further read ing, the Broot2st was laid aside as accepted. Well, now, I'll read another "What is the title!'
 " Ihs June .4pDls Irse.'
 '' don't like it.
 We can change it if you wish. This is an elegant bit of blank verse which dashed of. - He read
 '.High ID mid the branches
 Gazing at the far-off moon,
 la gorgeous spien4or
 And wisdom solemn mast.
 Sttest the undisconcertcd owl" 'Hold on, TOney,' cried the editor, never allow any thing so sublime as that to appear in d newspaper. Send it to the best pub fisher in the land have 1t copyrighted, or it may be stolen from you"
 The author glanced at the editor as if he half doubted his sincerity If Allen had not had excellent control over his feelings he could not have refrained from laughing. Toney's excellent opinion of his own talents as poet blinded him. He laid the gem aside, determined to send t to Hagper,S, and drew another which he thought more com mon place, and read; 'Oh, speak not of splendors, of sorrow and
 pain
 Of happiness etheral of England or Spain; Oh tell not of anguish, your hopes or your
 fears.
 Come to 19e in gladHess, with laughter or
 tears
 'That poem is too deep; our readers would never be able to fathom t, said the editor. Not having been able to fatham it himself, Allen supposed that few at least of the Heat.ta, Repu6l,e readers could.
 
 doggerel, meaningless stuff. which he called sonncts, gave them to the editor, almost freezing the blood III his veins by the an nouacement that he would soon have :. serial story ready for the He,teI7l Eepatlc, and left the office.
 Allen suspected that the story was already written, and had been rejected by every publisher in the land Of course ToneY would insist that 1t Was an excellent story, ana that as soon as 1t appeared ia print would take the world by storm, Having got rid of the poet, the publisher went to assist in making up the form, when Tom Simmons entered.
 Il say, Mr Gray, 1 don't think there need be any more delay in my anuoGncin' myself as a candidate" he said, throwing his hat on the foldingtable and seating him. self in q chair.
 It seems early" returned the editor But delays are dangerous. Some one may get ahead of me"
 "Of whom are you afraiiF'
 "Thar's George Strong
 "But he belongs to different political 1 party
 It makes no difference said Simmons, l impatiently. '' He's in my way and intend to rise in spite of him. If go 10 the Legs- -lre. it'll give me the inside track for Con l gress, don't ye see: and if I git in Congress l it's only step to President c the Unite; States. You know when a felIer gifts to goln up there's no tellln how fur hell go. T To sensible natures this mans egousn was simply disgusting. In order to change the subject Allen asked him the price he asked for the corner building near the print ing office
 ..D s{-ou want fo b3I}. fts,t asked Simmons t II might.
 "A thousand dollars
 'sI will see about it
 A few moments later Simmons left the office.
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