St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-12-26

felt sure, until came out. and entered
in answer to loud Inspiration.
''Come IN" "There, SIR" handing
my roll, ''are two or three
stories L have written, and if
you'll look them over they NAV be of
use TO you. 1.-The editor. man of years,
with rather kind face, except for the
keen sarcasm in the deep-set eyes-there
is no doubt from many tuSsle with
that wonderful organization. the public:
MADAME, l regret that we are supplied
atpresent with readable matter on every
known subject, and cannot even give
SUFFICIENT time 10 read your manu-
script" again becoming buried in the
paper from which had disturbed him.
How the hot blood mounted to my
cheeks at the reception, and from a
man, too, who once had been only too
glad TO have in personal mention our
name during the many visits he had
made to the city of Washington when
we were among the social favorites.
Resolving not to be discouraged. /
greeted by the curious stare of dozen
or more men loafing away their time,
while cleanliness is next to gOdliness"
vas no matter of theirs. The editor,
young man of ordinary knowledge, l
should Judge from his very ordinary
face, said he was always glad to take
contributions from attractive young
ladies. with foolish smile and evident
curiosity that | should raise my veil.
THANK you. sir. Twill retain my man
uscriptS." and walked out. l went
home with heavy heart to have good,
long cry on Marie'S breast and to be a
little cOmfoTted by her soothing words.
On, Harold, [ wonder where you are,
and it you ever think of all those dear.
sweet promises you made me in the old
home. Has some one taken my place in
your heart, or are you'll hardly dared
put the question to myself-married? 1t
would be but just. 1 never gave you
reason to believe l ever could love you.
Now when friends, fortune, relatives.
all are gone, and | see the fiekleness of
the world, do L realize what your love
ami strength would be to lean on. If
might talk to Marie! No; how could |
tell her of my refusal to answer your
letters. one after another coming full OF
tenderness. only to lie unanswered
while l thought of nothing but the
whirl of gayety and attention which
surrounded me, those companions now
looking c0ldly upon me. L had but my
self to blame; my heart and | would
keep our misery to ourselves.
Gong to the piano. played over the
little ballad of Dearest Heart" he al
ways loved. but the refrain, "All things
are false, all things untrue, but your
love for me and my love for YOU"
brought too wildly before me the past,
and | could do no more. The piano was
seldom touched now; associations
seemed SO strong we dared not trust
ourselves to play or sing.
Since coming here few of my efforts
in other ways had met with success.
and enough money earned to help
along. Our few hundreds were grldu-
ally disappearing, however, a doctors
bill TOR Marie being the heaviest drain:
and now, when she most needed rest
and change of scene, her it'll. surplus
strength was wasted in teaching
drawing to few tiresOme bows
and girls whose one aim in life
was to romp, and one desire that draw
ing and painting lessons be baniShed
forever, il not from the world. at least
from the list of children's studies.
Something must ne dane, and quickly,
too. l would 20 to New York to-mOr-
row, and visions of my large salary as
contributor to one of the leading week
lies, Marie going away to spend weeks
in regaining strength and good looks,
having all the daiuties she so much
needed. positively cheered me, and | ex-
ecuted slight fantastic before Marie'S
astOnished eyes. We slept but little
that night, for it was to be my first trip
alone.
A few hours on the dusty, dirty cars.
and | found myself in the METROPOLIS.
almost bereft of my senses at the ciatter
and noise that greeted me as l stepped
from the train. | took an uptown car,
and luncheon found me with dear lit
tie Southern woman who, like others,
losing home and fortune during the
war. lived i'm quiet retirement. | rested
during the remainder OF the day, enjoy
ing the quiet and gaining time to form
my plans. The following morning |
started, with manuscript firmly grasped
in one hand. my address i'm the other.
Wandering along the street. my eyes
We're daZZled by the displays, and,
fOrgetful for the moment of my errand,
IenjOyed looking in the various win
dOws, containing everything for the en-
hancement of wOman'S lOveiiueSs. from
the delicate lntrieacies of the French
bonnet to the exquisite laceS falling like
so many continued snOwflakes, or
placed amid rich folds of costly velvet.
What wonder sigh after sigh escaped
me, that once, not along ago. these
things we're for us. Hurrying on, | en-
tered the Office of a well-known periodi-
cal. was met by general
stare from the DOZEN or more
clerks, but the moments curios-
ity passed. on went those pens, SEEM
ingly forever. | remained standing
while my manuscript was glanced over
by the editor, my heart-throbs sounding
loud enough to be heard by all around
me. These stories are prettily written,
and show talent in this line; and. should
you desire to call again. madam, we
might use them. say few weeks hence
the next monthly being already pro-
vided for" What must do: [ needed
the money. Should l beg him to take
them at once, explaininEmy need? MOI
| would try elsewhere. Walking
wearily on, something seemed urging
me into the Herald Office-sOmething
almost human.
WAS the editor in?'' No: being in
poor health. he usually rested after
lunch-lunch time-I had forgotten
about it. ''Step in. madame" said the
clerk, land see the gentleman in
charge" knocking at and opening a
door close by. Was | dreaming?-had
my long walk unnerved me? l could
not mistake that courteous bearing, the
dark eyes that so oft had told the old
love tale to me in the dear old home
How wanted to cry out and ask him to
tdht ltt UdCh dRdiHs l. Sink illUO Tie
prOffered chair. thankful enough that
the shaded room, my veil and generally
changed appearance would prove pro-
lection, and who would ever dream of
seeing in the quiet black figure OF
to-day, the naughty Marjorie Wallace
OF old. He read through several pages
of my story unit, coming to one deScrip-
tive passage, he started and said, "YOu
seem familiar with part of the South
that was once my home; did you have
friends in that vicinity? Perhaps you
knew family BIZ the name of Wal
Iace?" As quietly and in as low voice
as possible, | said NO. A deep sigh
escaped him, remarking to himself,
Twill l ever know, must | always
search in vain?' You show decided
literary ability; will take this story,
and any more of the same style will be
acceptable to u.s."
took the money she handed me in
payment, everything running before