The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1889-01-09

ION, I'M so GLAD / FOUND YoU ALoyBp
this strange, mysterious girl lie ioUed her.
True, she was surrounded by mystery
black as midnight; she might, for aught he
knew, have brought her misery upon her
self, but no loved her still, although he
knew her not. That beng from whom the
villagers shrank as though she was polu-
tion itself was the dearest object on earth
TO him, and he was willing to lay down his
life for her.
Night passed, and when morning came he
was astonished at his haggard face as 1t
was revealed to him by the mirror. His
hair was not whitened, but his face was so
changed that he hardly knew himself.
HIS landlady inquired after his health,
and advised her favorite remedy for bilious
ness. Allen thanked her, and assured her
that he would get along without any med
icine, and after light breakfast went to
tho Office His mind was constantly har-
rowed up with thoughts Of the sights and
sounds of the night before. Again and
again did he try TO throw the subject from
his mind, but, like Banquo's ghost, II would
not down. He asked himself again and
again for an explanation Of the mystery, but
his reasoning faculties were incapable Of
suggesting any.
"Shc Is pure and good, be that strange
mystery which clouds her life whatever II
may" said Allen.
He was sitting at his desk trying hard
10 bring sufficient will-power TO his CON-
mand TO concentrate his mind on the bus
mess before him, when the door OF his
sanctum softly opened, and Miss Hopkins,
with profusion Of smiles and bows, entered.
"oh, I'm 80 glad found you alone,n said
Miss Hopkins, in her most pleasant man.
ner, as she seated herself In chair at his
side. "I'vc just got the first installment Of
my story ready for the press, and know
you will be delighted with IL. ] was aston
ished myself al the story, and laughed and
cried in turns at the funny and pathetic
parts"
Disagreeable as IL was under ordinary
circumst ances to be bored by this crude
authoress, Allen almost welcomed her on
this occasion, for the torture Of her crude
manuscript might direct his mind from q
subject that had become exceedingly pain
ful
ado you think you have real remarlEa-
bic novel, Miss Hopkinsl" he asked.
~ know II, know IL Just let me read q
few pages 10 you"
Somehow, amateurs patronizing country
newspapers always insist on reading
their own productions TO the editor. Like
the firstborn infant, they are too delicate to
entrust TO other than parental hands. Miss
Hopkins began:
"'THE MYSTERY OF THE ROCK HOUSE
ON THE HILL;
on,
THE GHOSTS LAST WALK ON THE BLUFF.
a Story Of LIE and Death, Lore and Superhdt-
urdl'"
"You see. am something like Hawthorne,
delving into tho supernatural" said Miss
Hopkins, with smile which displayed her
false teeth.
$50 / observe; please proceed" said the
editor, trying very hard TO bo Interested.
at was adismally dark night. The winds
sighed mounful requiem through tho
tree tops, and II was at that bewitching
hour when graveyards yawn and ghosts
stalk forth The reader paused to
mark the effect on her hearer. He sat un-
moved by tho startling beginning, and she
asked HIM how he liked II. Very well, he
tnOuRht, unu balu 10 OH' bno Ntub oh'
II was q crudo story, full Of improbable In
cidents, and gush ng over with tearstained
love scenes. The heroine was such tender
hearted creature, and had such tendency
10 burst into tears, that the reader soon be-
came disgusted with such imbecility, and
was in constant dread Of another explosion.
| The funny man was strained character Of
best. He was constantly at his wits end 70
be witty. In fact, the story was fiat and In.
sipid, and while the editor knew he could
not use II, he had a great delicacy In .ex'
pressing his real opinion Of IT,
"what do you think Of II, Mr.. Grayi" she
finally asked.
Allen was at critical point There sat
the authoress before him, holding the dear
ly beloved creature Of her imagination In
her hand. Ho would rs soon think OF tell
ing doting mother that her child was ugly
as 10 express his real opinion Of this story
TO Miss Hopkins. She had Influential
friends, persons OF great depth and acumen
who had long since discovered wonderful
embryotlc genius In Miss Leothy To re
jcct her story was 10 insult their htclli
gence and influence, while to publish II wa,
70 make himself tho butt Of ridicule By al