The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1889-01-23
CHAPTER X.

n frosty beard on his chin, and weak, Watery I
eyes, who looked in ut tho door OF his sane
tnm His dress was the home-spun OF a
farmer. and his hat-brim was tackled up on
one side.
ayes, sir, am" Allen answered.
"My gal scratched OF this little piece, ana
I thought as may be ye'd like it."
The little old man timidly entered the OIL
flee and handed the editor neatly-folded
bit of paper. Allen was astounded to not
find It rolled. Unfolding the paper he found
written in plain, legibe hand some news
items of the neighborhood,
"The article is very good, sir. VIII use
It,"
"D'ye think that gal kin wrlto'" the old
man asked, somewhat anXlously'
ayes, sir; she lacks cultivation, Dut sue
will acquire that"
The old man smiled, and said
"Shc amt got no larnin' to mount 10 any
thing. but she likes writin' monstrous wen,
an studies hard to git her pieces right NJ
We think she'd ever make writer, ia sehu
that ar gal TO skule."
"She has good, strong common sense; her
article shows il. How old is she'"
Only. .fOu'teen." -,
so Young, and yet do her work so weh'
II she has proper cultivation and persever-
ance she may make her mark in the world
Do you take the paper"
"Oh. yes; | subscribed when ye hrst
commenced II.
"Tell your daughter that | will always be
Glad TO have any thing from her pen, and as
soon as | am able to do so, will pay her for
her contributions
"Much oblecged to ye, Mr. Editur, III
toll her. md Sarah'll be right down glad TO
know IL, fur she's nightly sot on wrltin', 4"
said the old man, rs he left the Office
l "There is true genius in log cabin"
said Allen, gazing at the manuscript.
{ "There is modesty associated wlthlt. Wha'
a contrast between the modest little coun-
: try girl. and the ambitious Miss Hopkins OF
o Toney Barnes. For her there is bright
future, for them nothing but envy, jealousy
/. and grumbling at hard-hearted editors. Bu'
5 who would have thought that so many peo
plc were turning their attention TO ltera
n ture and journalism ! supposed these U
u be ayocations which were demanding follow
IS ers, but instead, the professions are over
l. crowded. II seems as II the whole worl'
!, was going into literature. People living II
|
" have caught the inspiration TO write"
N Toney Barnes at this moment entere'
r. with the freedom OF popular author who's
At services were indispensable to his publisher
,s and throwing himself carelessly on chaii
y y said:
n swell. Mr.. Gray, I've got somethin
grand this time. II beats Poe's Raven
"Fame and fortune are within your grasl
thenln
,o "Well, I've got IT, The great success
Poe's Raven was that nobody could ever III
50 derstand II. Now I've got something hel
that can't be half so well understood as u
Raven"
:. Allen had read several OF his production
that were superior to the Raven on tho'
4, grounds In fact, all OF Mr.. Barnes poet
effuslons were difficult Of solution.
"Just let me read this to- you," said Tone
"I am very busy-leaye it."
10 "No, no, no; fs not long, and | will res
he fast.n
~ "Go ahead, them
g. Toney read:
% "once in deep, dark, lonely swamp ava
=. ing, all alone,
Us While the dew OF even damp lay upon q
or stone"
- "Dlu tne ueW lay Olly uPVh WV "'"'
M the editor asked.
as "Oh. no-wait and you will see how IL
no comes OUT and he continued:
'er "The night was dark, the sun was down.
And all around me rose
be Ten thousand faneied gobbl ms bold
Ten thousand mortal foes.
~ Alone searched the forest oer,
NO Alone searched the forest wild,
,ot When suddenly heard cry
Proceeding from some wandering chiiu.
Tas "For hours searched vainly on
Ily, For hours searched the forest round
When suddenly horrid ghost
M Arose bleeding from the ground.
hat Its head was eyeless, hair on hre,
Blood dripping from the sockets down.
oob on this horrid thing cast glance,
H. And then fell senseless TO tho ground.
lat- "Now, SIR" cried Toney, triumphant
vol. "can you tel me what's in that poem"
elf; "No, sir. I give 1t up, nor do tn
his there's man living that can," Allen
itor hesitatlngly answered.
CRY "That speaks well for it, said Toney,w
wild ecstatc laugh. This poem