The Springdale news., 1888-10-19

HOpklnS began:
 1.-THE MYSTERY OF THE ROCK HOUSE
 ON THE HILL;
 THE GHoSTS LAST WALK ON THE BLUFF. 4 S'ory of Life and Ueath, Lore Gal suPetact-
 Hfa3
 ''You sec, l am something like Hawthorne, dclying into the supernatural,n y said Miss Hopkins. witha smile which displayed her false teeth.
 '.So 1 observe please proceed" said the editor, trylng very hard to be interested.
 'hIt was dismally dark night hcwinds sighed a mournful requiem through the tree tops, and it was at that bcwitching hour when graveyards yawn and ghosts stalk forth The reader paused to mark the effect on her nearer He sat un- moved by the startling beginning. and she asked hm how he liked it. Very well. he thought. and said go on.n She went on, It was crude story, full of improbable in- cidents, and gushing over with tear-staincd love scenes. The heroine was such a tender hearted creature, and had such q tendency to burst into tears, that the reader soon be- came disgasted with such imbecility, and was n constant dread of another explosion. The funny man was stralncd character at best. lie was constantly at his wits end to be witty. Ii fact, the story was fiat and in sipd, and while the editor knew he could not use it, he had great dehcaey in cX- pressing his real opinion of it.
 What do you think of it, Mir. Gray.n she finally asked.
 Allen was at critical point. There sat the authoress before him, holding the dear ly beloved creature of her imagination in her hand. He would as soon think of tell' ing d doting mother that her child was ugly as 10 express his real opinion of this story to Miss Hopkins. She had influential friends, persons of great depth and acumen, who had long since discovered q wonderful embryonic genius in Miss Leethy. To re- ieet her story was to insult their intelli- gence and influence, while to publish it was to make himself the butt of ridicule by all thinking people. Ii would require skillful management to steer clear of his many complications, but Allen was equal to the emergency
 "Wc couldn't publish serial story in tho UeSterp RepabAc now Miss Hopl,ins,n ho sad. "Wouldn't 1t be better to send it to Harper's sn
 The reader may ask what harm the liar pers had done him that he should wish to inflict this punishment on them But we must remember that Allen was only hu- man being i'll great strait. Drowning men | Will tditlI db SlfdNS, dHl z4DGIl. llIst all other men, was anxious to shift the load he bore upon the shoulders of some enc else.
 Moving uneasily in her seat, Miss Hopkins replied:
 Il don't think 1t worth while to send thls to the Harper's, Mr Gray they are too old l fogyish to even discover true genius, you know. Like all the established publishers, they have got=to going in lines and ruts, which new genius struggles to break away from. One can't do with those publishers. 1 None of the large magazines ever develop any thing; they are simply able to buy the 1 jewels which some poor miner has dug up. All of our successful authors make their start on obscure publications.n
 "I believe you are mistaken, Miss Hop lins Harper's would read your manuscript and decide fairly upon it.a
 II am sure they would not she per sisted. If they don't find this out of their rut, they have some special favorite whose manuscriptis just ahead of mine, and they'll send it back with printed apology that its rejection is not necessarilya q lack of literary merit, but because they have something like it on hand. Those New York publishers are not in sympathy with new authors"
 Mss Hopkins was d woman of literary eX- perieneC, and was not to be induced to glve Harper's the infinite pleasure of rejecting l her manuscript.
 Il am sorry; but IT really have not space for your story at present, Miss Hop lsins,' said Allen. Being able to put but one interpretation on his refusal, she asked:
 Are you going to commence one of Mr Barnes stories :a
 No, we can not possibly use serial at l present. he answered.
 Why"
 ;,,c to build up this town all space possible should be devoted to it. Besides, the fall election is coming on, and the canvass will necessarily demand a great deal of space
 Miss Hopkins looked very much disap- pointed, but after few moments she said:
 " Can you use poem CccasIonallyh'
 II think l can
 This only partially repaired her disap- pointment. She declared the people of Tur- ley's Pont must be very ignorant to refuse 1 such novel as The Mystery of the Rock House on the Hill,n and bewailed the fate of struggling genus, held down by the iron hand of prejudice.
 She took her manuscript and left tho office with look of disappointment and d heavy heart. We console ourselves that Miss Hopkins is not the only author who has met with disappointments.
 Her visit had temporarily led Allen Gray's mind from the subject which had become so painful, but when she was gone it returned with double force, and all his efforts 10 forget Bertha, by planging into business, were unavailing. That beautiful being who had grown so dear to his heart was always present.
 'tOh, Bertha, Berthal will tbis crushing weight never be removed.n lie asked him. self
 His reveries were interrupted by the abrupt opening of bis sanctum door Mr l Tom Simmons, with face inhamcd with anger, boldly entered.
 Fro BE CONTINUED.