The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-12-25

don't fancy taking the elevator BOY
into my confidence as u regular thing, SO
although quito agreed with Fred about
Miss Clyde's attractiveness / merely nut
tered something about most estimate.
am sure You cannot be too careful in
a house with ladies--the elevator boy is
their home journal But notwithstand
ing my hints. both Of manner and speech,
Fred kept on imperturbs bly, asking re al
sorts Of personal questions and comment
ing facetiously on my private affairs until
the elevator stopped at the door Of Miss
Clydes apartment.
We found 1t open, but Kitty was not in
sight The studio was place with which
we were both familiar; long room, di.
vided across the middle by japanese
screen about four feet high. At the end
next the door was carved oak mantel
piece. having beneath IL deep fireplace
In which burned bright, soft coal FIRE
About the walls hung art studies-bits Of
china. curios. odd pieces Of amor and
bric-a-brsc. Indeed it was very pretty
room. giving proof Of Kirty's good taste,
and that among other things she knew
what Japanese auction meant.
Finding no one in, Raeburne suggested
that we'd best wait for Kitty. So we sat
down and Lit cigarettes. Still smarting
under Fred's recent salutation. and being
in al ugly frame Of mind anyway, Ibegan
the conversation with:
well, and how does the coming novel
ist get on9'
Novelist be id" quoth Fred. sud
denly blazing into fine fury. Mark
my words, old man. they'll be sorry one
OF these days for the way they've treated
me. It hasn't uattered to me much until
this year. But now things are different
Now I'm going to remember all those that
give me stone when ask for bread I've
got them on the list When | am at the
top Of the ladder Of fame and the pub
Eshers come 10 me. begging for stories.
then Il viii be my turn. The public can.
not 90 on inbibing milk and weter for
ever They viii grow up some day, and
then they'll howl Tor meat. Then they
must come TO me. II is long fight. old
man. but I'm bound 10 win in the end
They can't keep NE down forever. See
this parcely Producing one from his over
coat pocket. where had observed It brlg
Ing. This Is real story-no Tim fam
There's real pathos, real comedy. reel
tragedy here. won't on the enthusiastic
author, violently pounding on the arm OF
my chair bis manuscript. my characters
do Tot merely breathe and talk: they live
and sufer. They are chastencd in the
fires OF adversely, they lead tho real com.
nonplaoe life Of this humdrum world. and
Jet ] have thrown around them such
glamour Of romance"---
Have yon tried IL or the dogf"
guer1ed. cutting In as Rasbur.lo stopped
for breath.
Fred checked himself suddenly in mid
night and fell 10 earth. Ho looked az Tue
1or moment. while comical grin over.
spread his rather good looking face
I've tired il on all the dogs ! can think
Of. he admitted, looking ruelully at the
parcel. Never mind. they'll have 10 &C.
cept something one Of these DAYS
why the mischief don't you give il up
for the present, fredv said you have
little money; why not lie on your oars
for q while and wait for the world 10
catch up with you"
We'll, III tell yon," said Fred. as
Stunning bis confidential manner But
mind, it's secret. spent last summer
1t the Isle Of Wight. on the Long Island
coast There met tho loyeliest giflo-
fred here threw his eyes aud a kiss TO the
ceiling Sho was stopping with some
People-the kntledees--who had d cot
tags there. Well. Laura--her nome is
l&ura-iaura Window Is an orphan. /
don't know that that has anything 10 do
With the story, but then she IA Well,
met hsr. and then ] mel her once or twice