Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1888-09-14

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1mrliaAmtn Of the better sort, u,tatc suo
g. have said That lie came slowly in,
but that scarcely conveys the say and
dcrago afr Of Independence Which per
Vad'd this young man, and which would
certainly have struck any observer as
lluc short of shocking, WHOM cuntUsted
with the worm like attitude OF those who
crcpt around the feet of Mccson. This
young man had not, indeed, even taken
the trouble to remove his hat which was
stuck upon the back Of his head; his
hands were in his pockets sacrilogious
whistle hevered on his lips, and he opened
/ the door of tho sanctum sanctorum of the
Mceson establishment with n kicll
GLOW do, mcle2' he said to the com
mercial terror, who was sitting there be-
hind his formidable books addressing him
even as though he were an ordinary man.
"Why, what's up2"
Just then, however, he caught sight of
the very handsome young lady who was
seated in the office. and his whole de-
meanor underwent most remarkable
change; out came the hands from his
pockets, off went the hat, and turning,
he bowed, really rather nicely, consider
ing how impromptu the whole performance
was.
what is it, Eustace?" asked Mr..
Meeson, sharply.
ooh, nothing, uncle; nothing-it can
bide, and, without waiting for an invita-
ton, he took chair and sat down in such
position that he could see Miss
Smithers without being seen of his uncle.
Il was saying, Miss Smithers, or rather
/ ! was going to say" went on tho elder
Meeson, that, in short, | do not in the
least understand what you can mean.
| You will remember that you were paid n
sum of $50 for the copyright of 'Jemimas
Vow"
Great heavensi" murmured Master
Eustace, behind; ''what dor
AT the time an alternative agreement,
Offering you per cent on the published
price of the book, was submitted to you,
and had you accepted it you would doubt
less, have realized a larger sum, and MIR.
Meeson contracted his hairy eyebrows and
gazed at the poor girl in a way that was,
to say the least, alarming. But Augusta,
though she felt sadly inclined to flee, still
stood to her guns, for, to tell the truth,
her need was very great
Il could not afford to wait for the per
cent, Mr.. Meeson," she said humbly
"Oh, We gods Seven per cent, when he
makes about 45" murmured Eustace, in
the background.
POSSIBLY, Miss Smithcrs possibly"
went on the great man. You must really
forgive me if | am not acquainted with
the exact condition of your private affairs
| | am, however, aware from experience
that the money matters of most writing
people are a little embarrassed"
Augusta WINGED, and MIR. Meeson, rising
heavily from his chair, went to u large
safe which stood near and extracted from
IL buhdie OF agreements lhGse ne
glanced at one by one I'LL nc iouhu "ha'
he was looking ior'
"Here Is the agreement nc SAID Ley Ley
me see! An, tnouSht so-copyrlGht @oo,
hali proceeds OF rights ol tIahsiaIlon' ana
cause plndlhg you TO oIer any future
work you may produce during the next
hve years to our house on the per cent;
agreement or a sum not eNceedihE @loO
1or the copyright Now MISS omlthers'
what nave you to say! lou signed thls
paper OF your own Tree Will IL so nap
pens That we nave made large prom
on your DOCK; lhdeeu uoh hilhu
Vellii6 you tliaC we nave SoV uS niucn a.
we gave you PACK from America ior 'ne
sac u u1e Ailierlc'h riShtS' o,' 'laU Il
no SrouHu lor your coilllliS W ''7N lOI iAioi
money IMAM you eSfeou TO accept.
never heitrd Oh SucH uiihE III tHo "'ole
course OF my proIGSSioiiai experience
never ana nc paused ana once more cyeo
her sterllly'
At any rale, tlore ought 10 DC some
thlhg 70 como 10 ino rom tno rlTnts . o.
IrinsiallollIl saw IN the paper thIV uh(
pooh was 10 oe .t''llSi'e't lill1 'elicii "no
NeI1ian' ouiu aug To'"i i"'I'iI
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'Tho yo,,Ho oortInron did ca and = toll
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wv I - - Wv
Uono VI PcIu4i"i "iAi""'il'y ','' io Ic
served LOT MS employees, make OUT lh'
ana Ill up IL Cneck OF DllalCe quo 10 ln'
author"
} No. 1S vanished like n thin. unhaDp,
phost and Mr. Monson once mora nd
better write us another book. | am no
work-a little too deep and not quite or
thodoX enough, perhaps; but still good