Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1888-01-13

worth two in the bush. even If the one
in hand be only bit OF embroidery,
very poorly paid for. Besides. Mable,
7 your experience in that line is sufficient
/ to deter me-"
Il have never written prose, yon
know, Berthe. My inclination does net
run in that groove. But Ishau give up
writing. I must till Iget stronger. 1t
must be that OK the school, and I dare
not give mp the school I do hate to,
do so BERTHE, for it has been such
comfort to me-
@Oh. NAB. It makes me just Wild,
,0ild to see you growing so thin and
pale. have been so little help to you.
700 It VII be better for you to rest
morei only for that I could not bear to
let you give it up, even for a little
while. 1t VIII not be foralways, I
feel sure Of that You have an invisible
demon that sits on your shoulder and
goads you on.
Next morning when the girls met at
the breakfast-table It Was BERTHE who
was hoIlow-eyed
Your light was out early last night,
Queen Nah, she said az thought it
would be. Your invisible demon
perched upon my chair last night and
tortured me into wakefulness. This is
the result and she laid a roll Of manu-
script in her sisters lap.
1t proved to be a story, or sketch.
rather, bearing fha title "Saint Max
Mable felt her eyes grow wet as she
rsad the truthful and pathetic lines.
The old familiar places arose before
her mental vision, the eastern home
that they had loved so well, for Bert.o
had poured all her homesick soul into
those few paragraphs. describing the
quiet village where Gerald Harding
had first won the love of saint Max,
'Why do you not address the editor
by name, BERTHE" asked Mabel, glanc-
ing at the envelope
II don't know his name. I've never
seen a copy of the magazine he pub
fishes. 1t doesn't matter, Nab, he will
not accept it. 1t is a true story, and
does not end we'll"
Nevertheless, before the week was
out she began to haunt the postoffce.
She came back from one Of these ex-
;ursions, her face flushed, her whole
form trembling with excitement.
ooh, Mabl" she cried, throwing q
check for one hundred dollars into her
sisters lap. I've seen him, that ed
itor, I mean; he came himself, right
away. You'd never guess who he isl He
said there was a reward of one hundred
dollars offered some time ago for the
very information contained in the
sketch I sent him He doesn't want to
really print it because-because Saint
Max is alive, and so is he. 1t is Ger
aid Harding himself; he wasn't killed
with the excursiOnists, and he didn't
know that his children were alive; he
had advertised for them and offered a
reward, but he could hear nothing, ex-
cept that two children, about the age
of his, whose names could not be
learned, were killed in that collision
He's real rich, tOO-for an editOr-and
he's gone right over to see Aunt Max
NV -A-SA , ou 5---e-5 q 1So-- -Ale-o anu
was there ever anything so strange in
the whole wide world? He's coming
here by and by to renew his acquaint-
ance with you Isn't it delightful?
You see he recognized Aunt Max
and all Of us from the sketch, and knew
at once that It must be true"
And something has happened to rs
just like a story, hasn't it, Bertie?"
why, to be surel Queer, isn't it. I
hadn't thought of that at ALP"