The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-09-29
A NOVEL MATCH.
Wherein the Author of the Story Was Less the
Hero Than the Heroine
BY FRANK HOWARD HOWE and EDWARD MAXWELL lAscELLEs

for a while and wait for the world to
! catch up with you."
4 'fWell, I'll tell YOU" said Fred, as-
Stunning his confidential manner. "But
mind, it's q secret. spent last simmer
at the Isle of Wight. on the Long Island
coast. There met the loveliest girl
Fred here threw his eyes and kiss to the
ceiling. 'She was stopping with some
people-the Rutledges--who had a cot
tage there. Well, Laura--her name is
| Laura-Laura Window is an orphan. l
| 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 it seems to me some way
as if didn't meet anybody but her. We
used to play lawn tennis and batho and
drive together, and the result was that
| got well-you know
Never mind that; skip It," said I.
'You proposed and were rejected, | sup
poser"
''No; accepted" said Fred growing red
| under the influence of some tender remin-
iscence.
And yet people scott at Miracles"
mur1nured viciously.
"But when | came to talk to Mrs. Rut-
ledge" continued Fred, noticing my gibe,
, II got it hot, and no mistake She asked
me whether it was acting like gentle
man to engage q young girls affections
| lust because knew she had large fort
uns. By Jove, it just knocked me out.
You know have about three thousand
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 a
bit of the Cophetua business. am
blessed if the old woman did not row me
| for fortune hunter. She said: Three
| thousand year is nothing. | could not
! live on it myself Chats fact.) Then
| she went on to denounce fortune hunters
| in general and my impotence in particu-
lar. She told me, among other things in
the course of her harangue, that couldn't
earn my salt She's wrong there, though,
old fellow" laughed Fred. Il think |
could do that. don't use great deal.
"Of course l was very much cut up
about the whole thing" he went on.
| laura stuck to me like brick, though
| (Fred has mack Of mixing his meta
| phors), and said she didn't care what Mrs.
| Rutledge said. She's deucedly fond of
me, you know complacently caressing
| his mustache. "But | was not going to
have that old cat saying that had mar
ried Miss Window for her money and
couldn't support her Would your
! "Not if could help myself" ADMITTED.
| 'But don't see quite how she could be
muzzled' Fred looked at me for mo-
ment obviously and went on:
! Gone day 1t occurred to Laura--I saw
| her sometimes" -
sOhi You saw her sometimes?" Iput in
Eyes, of course. There was lane
| back of the Cedarhurst track that she
! l;1yad 10 DIVA xbro,,n,b + mead to y1oot
here there As was saying when you in
| terrupted me, with a severe glance in
| my direction, sit occurred to Laura that
! might try and make some money just to
| show that | was good for something. She,
of course, never doubted my ability, but
| she wanted me to convince other people of
| it. Funny had not thought of it my
| self, was it not2" queried Fred pensively.
There seemed to me to be no reply to
this. So merely bowed my head in as
| sent tsss s-..yt
| ''Yes, exactly" continued Raeburne
| with reproachful look on his face, as if
| he had rather hoped to be contradicted.
| $50 then we talked over all the different
sorts of business, Laura and |, and Laura
concluded-she is very clever, you must
| know-that as it took eight or ten years
to get footing in any other business,
and as we could not afford to wait that
long, | must start out and be an author
| in earnest. That, she said, was the only
trade where fame and fortune were OBJ
tanned at once You know have dabbled
in verse more or less. have written some
| really lovely stanzas about Laura, but of
| course she would not allow them to be
| published. So all this fall l have been
| trying all | knew to get something of
mine accepted. And that's the reason I've
| got to have something accepted" con-
Guided Fred emphatically, adding anx-
| iously, "Do you think have chance?"
Now, what should one say to fellow
| like that?
Fred, said I, after considering mo-
ment, ''you have my best wishes, old fell
low. But why don't you and the girl
marry now and then go ON to fame and for
| tune hand in hand? 1t sometimes takes
| year or two for a writer in Gotham to
| mako his mark"
Sarcasm is simply thrown away on
| Fred
"That is just what Laura says" he re-
| Joined cheerfully, $50 we have decided
| that whenever my first story is accepted
! we will get married ut once"
''That is very sensible determine
| toni cried l. Success to The Carnival
of Crimep"
seized the package out of Fred's
hand and waved it enthusiastically around
my head, Offering up silent prayer the
while that some editor might, in q mo-
ment of temporary mental eclipse, be In
duced to accept it,
Just at this moment I saw Raeburne
suddenly rise from his chair and stare
open mouthed at the screen behind me
with eyes that stuck out like hat pegs.
turned in my chair and saw sight that
brought me to my feet instanter Over
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