New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-06-12
A LITERARY MAN,
BY oPIE P. READ.

ton, the Weekly Had. Indeed, the
lllad was not only well established,
ssput was regarded as an institution Of
IA Streme wealth. Mr.. Newton, follow
ssg bent which seems to be natural
sE $50 many self-made men, was
}N OF himself. He was a man of al
Nd spainful dignity, and his wife,
II Bg herself the center of a group Of
sa pie poets" was BATTERED into a.
Is OPT extreme dissatisfaction. There
Isl sonly one other member of the
ii }ehold, a handsome daughter
ID led Mildred. This girl, strange as
Fl may seem, was inclined to be
en- tactical. She regarded her many ac-
complishments not as divinely bestow-
.. ed gifts, but as the results of decidedly
thurman exertion. Old Newton's most
thrilling hope was that Mildred should
marry a literary mana man capable
OF taking hold of the Had and, by a
TRANSMISSION of the blood Of letters, give
1t new strength.
One evening when Newton came
home his face wore an expression of
deep anxiety. He sat down with a
sigh.
Wesley said his wife, s'you do
not look well. y
> Il am not well,'' he answered.
lis your ailment physical Or does it
come from a disturbance of II high
ly-organized mental naturep''
He looked at her with half sarcas-
tic glance. There were times when
her pretentious expressions rasped
him.
''Mentalr' he said; 'smental! ALI
my troubles are mental. Hang it, if I
had no mind [ should have no trou-
ble!'
evil you not confde in me? Per-
haps can assist YOU
Il doubt it. The fact is, I want an
Easter story for the HAD
well, surely that should not trouble
you,n she rejoined. 'sAmong your
many contributors there is certainly
one who can write an Easter story
The subject is by no means an expert
mental one"
"That's the trouble he replied, eff
it were new nearly, any one could write
. it, for it's very newness would make it
interesting, but, being old. the hand
of a master is required to relieve it Of
hackneyed plodding. Thus far four
teen stories have been submitted, but
each one is as fiat as the paper upon
which it is written y
Mildred entered the room. The
father frowned. '.Mildred,n said he,
Ibid not tell you
Eyes, father"
s'What did I tell your he exclaim-
ed.
II hardly know, SIR"
"Why, then, did you say yes2"
ITO show you that was paying at
tention.n
The editor grunted. sYou may pay
attention to my voice said he. ssbut
you do not heed my words. Didn't I
tell you not to associate with Tom Car
penter?n
~ e, sir.
'sWell, but why did you disobey me?''
"Why, [ am sure that Mr.. Carpen-
ter is teminently respectable"
s'But that is not the point .
''What is the point
ssThe point is that he does not be-
long to your set"
"What is my set?N
'sHave you lost all the sense you ever
had?'' he demanded "You belong to
literary circle, that's your set
Eyes, but make no literary preten-
sions.n
..But your mother and 7 do. Car
penter is simply a book-keeper.
stHe is bright she replied.
$50 is milk pan, but it is sh allow
he exclaimed. II have told you time
and again that the man who marries
you must be able to take charge of the
Iiad What could Carpenter do in an
EDITORS chair?''
HE could sit there, 7 suppose"
Eyes, and yawn. You needn't try to
defend that fellow, for I know that your
praises of him are but the errors OF
your haphazard Judgment. !
s'But love him."
The mother screamed and the father
sprang to his feet. "Y,ou love him p
the editor exclaimed.
tsYes, sir.
'.Ah, and you hope to marry him, ]
suppose!''
Eyes, sir"
81 would rather see you buried.
Have you no family pride? Have you
no conception of the work to which my
life has been devoted. Sit down here
quietly now and let me talk toyoul.
The next day, while Mildred was
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