Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1890-02-14
A LITERARY SCHEME.
DY DWIGHT BALDWIN.

fTSETsAN WO men were seated
EAs zsAA Atogethcr in Parisian
m n l@ehd1 cafe.
WH1<lMssY 1t was past mid day,
u H/!lYAlEalT yet tho remnants OF
van nlMt; dishes upon the table
! "a NJMlE5 before thom attcstcd
MSsSs 3 s5s.e7:s s1M that the meal they had
~ .ENMf been discussing was
s.A5sEzIatlszyS their breakfast.
One, n handsome man
with decidedly intellectual face, was
ongrosscd in tho columns of literary
journal. "
The other was rolling cigarette and
watching his companion with ill-con-
cealed impaticncc.
Nv hat do you sec in The stuff YOU
call literature, Trcmaino?" asked tho
latter, at lcngth, yawning wearilv.
Everything, friend Ste. Marie. IT
pleases the fancy, reincs tho taste,
broadens the understanding.
but fills neither the pocket nor tho
stomach Look you, noE: For the six
months and more that we've been pals
u beg your pardon, friends-I nlono
have contributed TO the exchcuuer."
"Thats true"
i've picked pockets, brokon into
houses, robbed shop-kecpors, forged
checks, cheated ut cards, done every
thing short OF murder, in fact; whilo
you"
"Whlle Pvo been planning something
respectable. / could never bring my
self to engage in anything so low and
vulgar as stealing"
But you profit by it," growlcd Ste.
Marie.
Eyes, to my shame. This wine,
though of n GOOD old vintage, tastes
like vinegar, when remember that It's
to be paid for from tho hard earnings
OF the old concierge you garroted last
niehtw
Trcmainc shrugged his shoulders and
purscd up his lips, but ut the same
time rciillcd his glass.
IL have two thousand francs" tho
other snapped out "Ono of tho great
fortunes OF which YOU talk SO mucl,
must matcrializc By the time it's spent
or we dissolve partnerships
agreed! I've just struck tho right
schemc!
"No?"
Its good for million, only"
"Only what?"
Its literary and"
Il don't care ii it's religious, so that
1t brings money! Out with It'll"
Its right hcrc-that is, the germ is.
Listen" And in wcil-modulnted.
cultivated voice, Tremainc read the fol
lowing paragraph:
M. Fortunat, the cx-banlier, has
burned Socialist. Instead Of distribute
ing his vast fortune among his fellows,
however, he has written book OK.
pounding the subject. 1t will soon be
issued from the press of Barrcau L.
Say. M. Fortunat is writer of no
mean ability and treat may be an
ticipated.
How will you accomplish ?" asked
Ste. Marie
"What?"
Secure one of the millions he ough'
by rights TO give away?"
"Not nj all"
Nonsense! Your literary scheme is
too deep for me-"
IL know that, and won't trouble Won
with the details. Follow my instruc-
tions, intrust me with the spending oi
your hundred napolcons, and well
both be rich before the racing season
opens"
That evening Jean Ste. Marie, dis.
guised a. porter, WAS drinking wine
in little shop opposite the tall build.
ing occupied by Messrs. Barrcau 81 Say
rs a publishing house.
Just at dusk he saw the numerous
employees of the vast establishment
porr into the street.
Soon the wine-shop was throngcd
with them.
The disguised Ste. Marie listened ia
their conversation, and selecting one
whom he understood to be employed
in the bindery, called him aside.
Fair speech and bottle of good
wine set the artisan talking, and the
false porter soon learned that the book