Telegram-herald., 1889-04-22

tender moss that grows on the rock % busi.
ness
he went TO the once and. after some de
lay, was admitted into the private orice oi
the editor.
What do you wautr' Newton De
manded
Your daughter"
The editors mouth few open my
daugstcrl' he exclaimed.
Yes"
"Sir. a section % this room swings or
hinges-the door, DO you understand
"Oh yes, perfectly, ought % understand
for / used To be a sort OF a carpenter Now
Mr. Newton. let Us tslN like two sensible
men. love your daughter and she loves
me"
"Bus you shall not marry her. sir"
"Oh yes, but not without your consent
understand your wishes know that you
want her 10 marry a literary man, and tc
show 10 what "a degree l respect your
wishes, Will say that have decided to be
come literary
The editor snorted. "You-you literary
mani What do you propose TO writer a re.
view Of the multiplication tablet"
Il propose to write an Easter story"
M. Newton laughed. Write IT." he
pose and YOU shall have her"
81 thank you for proposition so gener-
Gus" Carpenter replied. II shall call
again soon"
Two days later he returned. 'Here is
the story" he said, handing the editor a
manuscript Newton took the sheets Of
paper and began carelessly 10 read the
writing
Of Wit hop Il
thrust deep into his pockets, awaited the
decision. 1t was evident that the reader
was impressed, the rapidly turning leaves
showed that he was becoming more and
more interested. The last page. A flutter-
ing moment The editor sprang TO his
feet ard, scizing Carpenters hand, ex
claimed:
You have won her." then, after quiet
ing down, he added: Mr. Carpenter, YOU
have not only written beautiful, but .
strangely original story. ought TO rcpri-
mand you for so long concealing your talent
can see now why my. daughter loves you.
Come with me"
They went 10 the EDITORS home, Mildred
was in the drawing-r room. " hen the two
men entered, the girl sprang up in a fiutter
of excitement
=" Ny daughter, he has won you," said the
editor. He is genius"
Carpenter caught her in his arms, the
mother rushed INTO the room.
The editor caught her IN his arms. "Thcv
are to be married. he said. the fellow is
genius. He has written the story |
wanted"
Mrs. Newtons face was bright with a
smile OF JOY. "Oh," she said. Il was
afraid to say any thing, but | have long
known that Tom was literary"
The wedding took place three weeks
later. II was great event in literary
circles. The old man was proud OF his SON
in law. " \ new life shall open unto him. >
the editor said. 1--WE snail work side by
side. and. when | have grown too old for
the harness, he shall wear the collar and
hamcsn
Tom and his wife. after supper. sat in an
alcove, almost sheltered from view by an
oleander.
How delightfully."- It has all turned out"
said the young wife.
Yes Tom replied. "Just rs thought
It should"
" But dear. why did you not tell me OF
your wonderful talent; why did YOU keep
your hight bid under a bushel Of modcsiy."
" Il IS not mv nature TO be boastful.' he
replied, with peculiar smile. There one
thing that bo;hers me a little, Mildred
"Wnat Is iti'
CIV ny, | was thinking just now that the
old gentleman would feel rather depressed
If ne knew that | hired night police re
porter to write that story. However. as
one Of vour literary men has SAID. Every
thing = fair iu love AMI war with me II
was both love and war. love FOR you and
war against the OLD gentleman"
DPIE L PFAn.