Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1889-09-17
HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL.
An Example of How a Thrilling Romance
Can Be Turned Out

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Can Be Turned Out.
Ii we had time we would write novels-lots
OF novels. They might not be very novel
novels, and they might not go humping
down the front doorsteps of time, but they
would be great relief to US The truth is,
there are whole swarms of novels buzzing
around in our inner consciousness, poking
their noses into thu interstices and gnawing
at the edges in their eagerness to get out,
But there is no Sc thinking about IL, we
haven't time, 1t occurs To us. however. thai
we may make our selves useful to somebody
else
There seems o. be plenty of ambitious
young persons who have all the time there
Is and who would like to write novels, they
tsil us, II they on y knew how to start out.
Now, possibly we can help where they are
weakest. Almost every day we see some
thing that would furnish a first class start
FOR an amateur rovel Only yesterday we
were coming down Thirteenth street and
Well, IA novel might start out like this, for
instance:
The rich, full moon had mounted high and
higher in the vaIlted dome of blue that
canopied the siler valley of the Nile. The
hoopee birds had fled in fiocks To take their
wonted places in the branches of the syca.
more and fig All nature slept A sea uf
golden sand rolleo off beyond the westward
Ken. The mountains of the east Law slum-
bering upon their couch of FURNISHED gold
The ripping river flung the sheening moon
beams back, so prodiGal they fell upon its
bosom.
The Widow Dizf ragh lay upon her rug be-
side the open winoow of her chamber, look
ing out upon the rich and dazzling scenery of
the night All nature slept, save Widow
DiZhragh
it."
The round, red sun peeped slyly from be
hlnd the rugged mountains of the east The
silver of the night was gone, and in its place
rich gold was strewn. The sunbeams kissed
the dangling figs and woke the hoopee birds;
then romped away to ride upon the laughing
waters of the valley god, and CLINT and CLEAN
in wantonness of b 1lliancy
The Widow Dizhragh called her charming
daughter
''Muzhera," said she, ~ have decided
(Which way, mar
I'VE will taken roomer."
(which room maT
The one back OF the lumber in the attic,
dear. So, come; bt us arrange
The shortening o. the shadow of the tama-
risk foretold the coming of the noontide
The scaraberi toieC and rolled his ball adown
he slope and then anon a-up the slant. The
corn bird sought the shade Ii was hotter
than tunket
Furnished Rooms"
That was all the placard said
why, ma," queried Muzhera, .'why do
you drag the piano from its wonted cornerr'
Il would place it by the window, child,
that he who wayfal'es may note its presence
Do you catch onP'
81 get your drift, ma, and / approve your
ingenuity"
Hush, child; have but Just begun.
Fetch me yon chair. No, no; not that one
with the broken ba *, nor Vet the cheap one
with the battered bottom. This one, nv
child; this one of brocade velvet See, it
looks well, though its remaining three un-
even legs are not the legs of use and prac-
tice"
Thus was the furniture bestowed Then all
the blinds were drawn to shut away the sum.
mer sun. Ii was not the golden sunshine
Widow Dizhragh would invite Nay, not all
the sun was shut away.
THAT will do, dear You may leave that
blind and let the golden rays fall full upon
the chair and the piano, that he who passes
oy may DE oeSulied Within Dy the richness OF
our belongings"
Here is a good place to end the first chap
ter. By this time the readers interest is
aroused. He wonders who will take the
room He sees chance for all sorts of dra-
matte situations when the roomer comes, and
as for local coloring," that is in fair way
to make novel wo thy of nine days run
If he who takes it u where we have laid it
down but follows ont the gait set forth for
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