New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-06-12

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turn upon you, not only in an unkind,
but in a really cruel Manner
sOh, would play too we'll to be
canght I would talk about the liter
airy market, for instance; the price OF
poetry; the disadvantage Of. middle
men in literature; the fresh country
product; the likelihood of literary
trust; the disasters that would follow
cornering of the market and Y
"Oh, for goodness sake. hush, Tom;
you are but making fun of your serious
| position. You almost make me think
that you do not love me. .
| He seized her hands. There, now
he said in a tone OF deep seriousness,
edo not give way to such feelings.
Your literary men, with natures pur-
poseiy weakened into an unhealthy re-
ceptive state, are easily depressed, but
the alert and vigorous business man,
educated to deal and receive blows,
hangs his head when an i'll wind
comes, but stands with determine
tion.'''
Il wish father We're practical enough
to appreciate your strong sense" she
said; stsbut," she added, with sigh, che
is not
"If he knows so little about business
how did ne make his paper so prosper
ousn
'sOh, he has never had anything to
do with the business
Doubtless this accounts for the sue
cess OF his sheet. Well, little girl, /
must go. I must go to the Office and
have a talk with your father.''
''Oh, not, to-day" she cried. ssHe
is so wrought up over his failure to
get suitable Easter story that-well,
above all times, this is the wor ST.
OIL attend to that. Trust me. The
literature of this country is, after all,
but the tender moss that grows on the
rock of business
He went to the Office. and, after some
delay, was admitted into the private
Office OF the editor.
s'What do you want?" Newton de-
manded.
''Your daughter
The editors mouth flew open. s'My
drughter!" he exclaimed.
EYES,
/ t.Sir, a section OF this room swings
on hinges-the door, do you UNDER
stand?''
ooh, yes, perfectly; ought to under
stand, for / used to be a sort of a car
penter. Now, Mr.. Newton, let us ak
like two sensible men, / love your
daughter and she loves me-
s.But you shall not marry her, SIR
! s'Oh, yes, but not without your con-
sent. | understand your wishes I
know that you want her to marry a
literary man, and to show to what
degree [ respect your wishes, will
say that lhave decided to become liter
ary."
The editor snorted. s.You-you a
literary man? What do you propose
to writep A review of the multiplied
ton table?m
II propose to write an Easter story
Mr.. Newton laughed. Write it,
he said, sswrite one that shall answer
my purpose and you shall have her,
Il thank you for a proposition SO
generous, !" Carpenter replied, 81
shall call again soou.n
| Two days later be returned Here
is the story" he said, handing the ed
itor the manuscript. Newton took the
sheets of paper and began carelessly to
read the writing.
Carpenter sat down, and with his
hands thrust deep into his pockets,
awaited the decision. It was evident
that the reader was impressed, the
rapidly turning leaves showed that he
was becoming more and more inter-
ested. The last page. A Auttering
moment. The editor sprang to his
feet and, selling Carpenters hand, ex-
claimed:
tYou have won her;' then, after
quoting down. he added: .sMr Car
penter. you have not only written a
beautiful but strangely original
story. ought to reprimand you for
so long concealing your talent. can.
see now why my daughter loves you.
Come with me. :
i They went to the editors home, Mil
\ dred was in the drawing room. When
the two men entered. the girl sprang
up in dutter of excitenent
My daughter, he has won you, y
/ said the editor. He is a genius. =
! Carpenter caught her in his arms,
the mother rushed into the room.
/ The editor caught her in his arms.
ssThey are to be married. he said.
THE fellow is a genius. He has writ
ten the story wanted. =
]. Mrs. Newton's face was bright with