Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1890-06-05

much a. ever Do not despair because
Of one failure. Every body makes fail
ures at some time The trouble with
you is you have made a false start II
you viii only try again and let ne help
you little. I have served long sp-
premiership and have made many
failures myself. so know the mechan-
iczl part Of my trade pretty thoroughly.
II is in that ! think ! can be Of service
TO YOU
She snook her head and smiled faint
": "YOu are very good. but after !
have burned this foolish thing would
rather you helped me 70 forget that
ever wrote il"
Mackenzie pressed her hand gently;
for an instant the pressure was return
ed He felt that further words WOald
avail nothing now. and with one last
sympathetic look be turned and left
her.
There was no further work possible
for Mackenzie that day He went
down into the country and spent the
afternoon in solitude, glOOmiiy meditat-
ing under leaden sky on the unlucky
incidents Of the past twenty-four hours.
until drilling rain drove him back to
the city. A few minutes before six he
climbed the stairs 70 the Office of the
publishing-house of Burgess & Co.
The head OF the establishment called
70 him: Mr.. Mackenzie. ] read the
manuscript Of very remarkable novel
last night I would like 70 have your
opinion Of il as soon as possible
Mackenzie felt a savage rush Of an
ger at the thought Of his being called
upon 10 read the manuscript of a sue
cessful author now. Very well, Mr..
Burgess. What is it7- he asked.
ut is called A Thing Enskyed'-a
really wonderful story. There was no
name on il. and am anxious to know
who the author is found il on your
desk there yesterday. and. having a
spare hour or 50. took it to my room 10
examine il, and become so absorbed in
il that carried it home with me and
finished il last night
Il suppose there is letter some
where" said Mackenzie. indifferently.
Il shall examine il tonight
1T is = bad time for struggling as
pirsnt 70 fall into my hands. he said
grimly, as he seated himself two hours
later and opened the package, Just as he
opened Katharine's package the night
before
For an hour he shifted the pages, rap
idly AZ first, then more slowly as he dis
covered he had before him a work Of
uncommon power and absorbing inter
est Suddenly he paased; a passage
in the book seemed strangely familiar.
he had read that same thing before. in
almost the same words This brilliant
author was a plagiarist. then Where
had he seen it? No. he had beard the
words sp0ken-and by her. Katharine.
Now he remembered the occasion per
fectly; they had been talking Of friend
ship between man and woman, an idea
Of hers had struck him as clever and
original, and when he said 50 she told
him she had seen il in book she had
recently read. and be remembered that
she laughed as she spoke Could it
have been this? He turned back 70 the
first page; underneath the title was the
line from Measure for Measure:
a. hold yOu as a thing enskyed and sainted.-
but no name, nor any sign TO indicate
who was the author. "Win they never
learn to send in these things properly?-
he growled- Then q suspicion darted
through his mind so suddenly that his
heart stopped beating for a moment
and then began TO throb with a great
hope He looked At his watch. and.
springing 20 his feet tied up the
nrecious package with trembling hands
There IS time yet" he nlurmured- Il
will not let the night pass with this
mystery unsolved- Dear Katharine, my
poor girlI''
He jumped into a cab. and in fifteen
was at her door. A sharp north
wind had driven away the rain-clOuds.
and the stars were shining brightly.
Miss AMMAN Was in the drawing-room
with her mother. the maid told him.
and there were other callers Maeken-
zie walked into the room with the pack
age under his arm The guests. an eld-
srly couple. had risen To 60. Il must
see you alone, at once" he whispered 20
and, leaving her with her
friends, he walked back into the IL
brary. In a few moments she joined
him
Have you examined the manuscript
/ brought you this morning. he asked,
Mo- she replied, shadow crossing
her face
what was the name OF your story"
Mr. Mackenzie. beg that you will
not speak 20 me on that subject now or
~ any other time
"But tell me-the name."
You have read it, why should you
Ask me2- she said. cOldly. then, seeing
the suppressed excitement in his eyes.
the twitching Of his mouth. without
knowing why she caught the infection
1f his emotion. and her heart beat rap
dly.
Mackenzie quickly opened the box and
held il up 20 her
Have you ever seen this beforeg- he !
asked.
why, il Is mine, How lid you
.'Yours, DO you mean you wrote it@"
Certainly. lt is the story gave you !
yesterday, which thought you brought I
lack TO me this morning. And now"
Then you are not Rose Desire, and /
Foa didn't write a story called A Bo-
lemian in Sikh
NO. replied the wondering girl.
Thank Heaven he burst out
Katharine. If you would like the head /