Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1888-12-14


into my confidence a. n regular thing. so
although quite agreed with Fred about
Miss Clydes attractiveness merely nut
tered sOmethis. about most estimable,
| nm sure. You cannot be too careful In
n house with ladies-the elevator boy ID
their home journal But notwithstsnd
ing my hints, both Of manner and speech.
Fred kept on imperturbably asking me all
sorts of personal questions and comment
ing facettou.ly on my private affairs until
the elevator stopped at the door Of Miss
Clydes apartment
We found it open. but Kitty was not in
sight, The studio was place with which
we were both familiar. a long room. di-
vided scross tho middle by a japanese
screen about four feet high At the end
next the door was q carved oak mantel
piece. having beneath il a deep fireplace
in which burned bright. soft coal nre
About the walls hung art studies-bits Of
china. eurios odd pieces OF artnor and
brio brac Indeed il WIS Il very pretty
room. giving proof Of Kittys good taste.
and that amang other things she know
what a Japanese auction meant
Finding no one in. Raeburue suggested
that we a best wait for Ntty SO we sat
down and lit cigarettes Still smsrting
under Freds recent salu'ation. and being
In On ugly frame OF mind anyway began
the conversation with
Well, and how does the coming novel
ist get on"
Novelist DO d--d.' 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
NE. 1t hasn't mattered to me much until
this wear But now things are different
Now | m going TO remember all those that
give me a stone " hen ask for bread I've
rot them on the list When am al the
top Of the ladder Of fame and the pub
fishers come TO me, begging for stories,
then It will be my turn The public can
not go on imbibing milk and water for
ever They will grow up some day. and
then they II howl for meat Then they
must come to me 1t Ia a long eight. cid
man. but I'm bound TO win in the end,
They cant keep me down forever See
this psrcel'' Producing one from his over
coat pocket. where had observed it bulg
ing This Is real story-no Tim fam
There's real pathos. real comedy. real
tragedy here. went on the enthusiastic
suthor, violently pounding on the arm Of
my chair his manuscript. My characters
and suffer They arc chastened in the
fires Of adversely. they lead the real com
monplsce Lfc Of this humdrum world. and
20. | have thrown around them such s
glamour of rouance" -
Have you tried it on the dog"
queried, cutting in AS Raeburne stopped
for breath
Fred checked himself suddenly in mid
eight and fell to earth He looked at ne
for moment. while conical grin over
spread his rather good looking face
I've tried it on all the dogs | can think
OF. he admitted. looking ruefully at tho
parcel Never mind. they'll have to &C
c'pt something one Of these DAYS
Why the mischief don't you give it up
for the present Fredf' said You have
little money. why not lie on your oars
for a while and wait for the world to
catch up with you
Well III tell you" said Fred. as
suming his confidential manner But
at the Isle OF Wight on the Long Island
coast There met the loveliest girl
Fred here throw his eyes and kiss to the
ceiling She was stopping with some
people-the Rutledges-who had a cot
Laura-Laura Window is an orphan.
don't know that that has anything to do
With the story. but then she is Well. /
met her. and then met her once or twice
more, and then II seems to me some way
Is II didn't meet anybody but her We
used TO play lawn tennis and battle and
drive together. and the result was that |
got well-you know
ss\svar mind that sEir ~ said I
You proposed and were rejected, sup
poser
No: accepted. said Fred. growing red
under the influence Of some tender rerain.
iscence.
And vet people scott at miracles"
marrnured viciously.
But when came to talk TO Mrs. Rut-
ledge" continued Fred noticing my gibs.
Il got it hot, and no mistake She asked
me whether ii was acting like gentle
man to engage young girls affections
just because knew she had large fort
une. BY Jove, it just knocked me out
You know have about three thousand q
year saw this girl living with the
Rutledges, | knew she was an orphan,
and thought. If thought about It at
all, that In marrying her was doing :
bit OF the Cophetua business. am
blessed II the old woman did not row me
for fortune hunter. She said; Three
thousand year is nothing could not
live on it myself THAT'S fact.l Then
she went on to denounce fortune hunters
in general and my impudence in particu
lar. She told me. among other things in
the course Of her harangus, that couldn't
earn my salt. She's wrong thsry. though.
cid fellow" laughed Fred. Il think |
"of courss was very 4usA cut up