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


sudden discovery. believe in You al
much as ever. DO not despair becaus,
OF one failure. Every body makes fail
ures at some time. The trouble with
you is you have made false start j
you viii only try again and let me hell
you little. have served long ap
premiership and have made many
failures myself. so know the mechan
cal part of my trade pretty thoroughly.
1t is in that l think / can be of service
to you"
She shook her head and smiled faint
ly: "You are very good, but after
have burned this foolish thing would
rather you helped me to forget that
ever wrote it"
Mackenzie pressed her hand gently;
for an instant the pressure was return
ed He felt that further words would
avail nothing now, and with one last
sympathetic look he 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, gloomily meditat-
ing under leaden sky on the unluoky
incidents Of the past twenty-four hours,
until a drizzl4eg rain drove him back 70
the city. A few minutes before six he
climbed the stairs to the Office of the
publishing of Burgess & Co.
The head OF the establishment called
to him: "Mr, Mackenzie, | read the
manuscript Of a very remarkable novel
last night | would like to 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 70 reau tlv manuscript OF a sue
cessful author now "Very we'll, Mr..
Burgess What is it2' he asked.
at is called "A Thing Enskyed'---a
really wonderful story There was no
name on it, and am anxious to know
who the author is | found it on your
desk there yesterday, and, having a
spare hour or SO, took it TO my room to
examine it, and become so absorbed in
it that carried it home with me and
finished it last night"
81 suppose there is letter some
where, said Mackenzie, indifferently
81 shall examine it tonight"
'It is bad time for struggling as
pirant to 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 at first, then more slowly as he dis
covered he had before him work of
uncommon power and absorbing inter
est Suddenly he paused; 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 heard the
words spoken-and by her, Katharine.
Now be 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 so she told
him she had seen il in book she had
recently read, and he remembered that
she laughed as she spoke Could 1t
have been this? He turned back to the
first page; underneath the title was the
line from Measure for Measure:
! hold you as thing enslsyed and sainted"
but no name, nor any sign to indicate
who was the author. "Will they never
learn TO send in these things properly2"
he growled. Then a suspicion darted
through his mind so suddenly that his
near. stopped oeating Tor a moment
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Nisu hau urlVeh away tne raln-ciouas'
ana 'he stars were shining brightly.
Mss Mss AMMAN was IN tue arawing-room
WIN ner no1ner' tne maio toia hlm'
anu mere were other callers, Macken-
lie walked into the rom with the pack
~ unueI ms arm me guests an cid
cry ooupie' hso risen 70 go. must
sec you siohe' az once, ne Whispered to
ns'nsrihe' ana, ieaEing ner with her
'lien"s' ne "s'Aeu oaek INTO the IL
oraiy' IN a ie" moments she joined
nin M,
nave you examined the manuscript
Drought you TINS morning' he asked,
'agery'
NO she replied, shadow crossing
her lace.