The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1888-08-17

OF vivid green that had concealed ner
face, and revealed the thin, lank visage
of a maiden of forty-fVe summers.
She had a sallow complexion, her
piercing, black eyes were small and
]glittering, and about her temples she
wore short cork-screw curls that bob
bed up and down in her earnestness.
Her gaze was fixed upon the EDITORS
face. and he seemed quite mystified re-
garding her meaning; but when at last
she paused for breath, he gave utter
ance to his thoughts.
My dear madame" he said, concilia-
tingly, as the elderly aspirant for poetic
fame stepped expectantly forward. 81
think there must be a mistake"
How. or where the mistake had been
made he was still at a loss to deter
mine.
"a mistaken exclaimed the woman,
in a high pitched tone. How a it
beP You needn't deny that you wrote
this; your own name is signed to it,"
and she held before him the note
which he had written to Mile Mckay,
the acceptance of her sketch, the re-
quest that she should become a re gular
contributor.
Yes, there at the bottom of the page
was his name, but the address on the
envelope was to MehItable Smith.
The dickens! What have l don eP''
Herman Seville calculated, and he
drew from his breast pocket the n ote
which he had been to impatient to read;
the precious note that was to explain
why Ethel Vinton had refused to at
tend the opera in his company. The
wrapper enclosed his own note to
Ethel, but inside of it instead of the
tender sentiments which he bad written
was Mehitable Smiths poem, the mot
available," and he passed it to the in
dignant lady. You see l have made
a blunder ," he went on, apologetical-
ly. This, madam, was designed for
you, and 1 sincerely regret that l
should have raised any false hopes re-
garding your poem; but really, we
have more articles of that kind on
hand than we shall be able to use for
a long time"
You may spare your regrets" Miss
Smith exclaimed, Indignantly, as her
small, black eyes flashed fire. Men
are false, all of them, and 1 might
have known that your word could n OF
be depended upon;" then, drawing the
green veil oVer her sallow visage,
she dashed from the room. and Her
man Seville began to pace the floor.
1t was an unfortunate mistake, but
he would call at Mr.. Vinton's in the
morning and Ethel would laugh at the
righteousness OF Inc affair.
But he was not through with trouble;
for, although he slept that night his
visions were haunted with elderly
maidens, maidens with piercing eyes
and huge bundles of poems and he
arose an hour earlier than usual and
aided his digestion by ~ morning walk.
That forenoon he called at Mr.. Vim
toms residence, but again Ethel sent
excuses. and he returned to his
sanctum with the uncomfortable feel
ing that he had not been guided by
heavens first law In. his literary work
of the previous day.
Another surprise awaited him Seat
ed at the street window Of his Office
was a lady, young and bright and
piquant in expression, with large, haz-
Ell eyes, and fair. thoughtful face; her
VIVID lips had a bewildering fascinat-
ing curve, though they seemed a trihe
too firmly set and in her cheeks was a
tint like the lining Of a rare seashell.
She arose and met him with an open
letter in her hand.
II do not think that this is intended
as an insult " she said in a low, mu-
steal tone, which the editor thought
was inexpresslbly sweet s'bat 1 cannot
put any other construction upoa it.
Perhaps you can EXPLAIN" and the
beautiful. hazel eyes looked up ques-
tioningly to Herman Seville's face, as
she placed IA mis- hand the note de-
signed for Ethel Vinton.
The note, which he had penned so
carefully, which he had read and re-
read that mistakes there should be
none; and what q mess ne had made OF