St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-07-26

4vAHc0s 1AA0 MAKING watches OF cutting
clothes"
DO you find nothing worthy in the
boOkf" she inquired, in low voice.
'Nothing which you would write could
fail to be Of interest to me-" said Mac
kenzie. in kind of desperation. 1T i.
because know 50 wen what would be
the verdict of the public on the hook
you have written, that l would save you
from greater pain by INJECTING lesser
pang myself"
"a lesser pang'!" thought Katherine.
Gould any thing b more terrible than
this?' Her precious manuscript over
which she had worked with such loving
care. into which she had put the bes,
part Of hcrsclf--to know that she had
failed, miserably failed. and. bitterest
of all, to be so told by the man whose
opinion she priced above that Of all the
world beside. 1t was shameful! The
poor girl covered her face and turned
away.
Mackenzie was touched to the depths
OF his soul. "Miss AMMAN" he cried
katharine! don't do that! I can moi
bear it Oh, do you not understand
why tell you this? TO another
might possibly paltcr and avoid the pain
full truth, to you must be loyal and
true at whatever cost to us both, be-
cause-I love you. Ihave always loved
you, Katherine. and you were never SO
dear to me as now, when"
''Stop. Mr.. Mackenzie" She uncov-
cred her pale face, and was mistress OF
herself in moment Il have been .
foolish woman, and have had . foolish
dream. 1t is over now. It is not your
fault that yours was the hand which dis
PEELED it. asked your advice. and you
gave it, brave!y and manfully, I admit;
but spare me your pity; ! do not need it.
l am not worth it."
PITY" he echoed, astonished.
Eyes; . woman who can write rs
have done and imagine she il doing well
for I did think so-can inspire no
other feeling in the mind of IN intel
lectual man, unless it be contempt. All!
it was cruel OF me to say that" she
added. as she saw in his face the pain
she had inflicted. do not think that l
am angry or offended with you; but it
does hurt and / would rather be alone
now"
She extended her hand. Mackenzie
took It in both Of his and said: For
give me that opened my heart to you
at this time. When I would give my
life to save you from pain it seemed
cruel to iniict this suffering without
telling you how much your sorrow is
my own What have said Of my fcel-
ing for you is the very truth, and is no
sudden discovery. l believe in you IS
much rs ever. DO not despair because
of one failure. Every body makes fail
ures at some time. Tho trouble with
you is you have made . false start II
you will only try again and let me help
you little. have served long APP
premiership and have made many
failures myself 50 l know the mechan-
ical part OF my trade pretty thoroughly.
It is in that think l can be Of service
to you"
She shook her head and smiled faint
~: "You are very good, but after
have burned this foolish thing I would
rather you helped mo 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 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 to the onice Of the
publishing-house of Burgess & Co.
The head Of the establishment called
to him: mt. Mackenzie, read the
manuscript Of very remarkable novel
last night I would like to have your
opinion Of It - soon Is possible"
Mackenzie felt savage rush OF an
ger At the thought Of his being called
upon to read tho manuscript Of . sue
cessful author now. "Very well, Mr..
Burgess. What is it?r he asked.
1T 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
spare hour or 50. took It to my room to
examine it, and become % absorbed in
It that carried 1t home with me and
finished it last night"
II suppose there IL . letter some
where" said Mackenzie, indiherently.
Il shall examine it tonight"
1T IL . Bad time for struggling a.
pirsnt to fall into my hands," he said
grimly, - he seated himself two hours
later and opened the package, just Is he
opened Katharine's package the night
before.
For an hour he shifted the pages, rap
idly at first then more slowly - he dis
covered he had before him . work Of
uncommon power and absorbing inter
est Suddenly he paused; . passage
In the book seemed strangely familiar;
he had read that same thing before, in
almost the same words. This brilliant
suthor WAS . plagiarist then. Where
had he seen IL? No. he had heard the
words spoken-and BY her. Katharine.
Now he remembered the occasion per
fectly; they had been talking Of friend
ship between man and woman, IN idea
OF hers had struck him - clever and
original, and when he said % she told
him she had seen IL in . book she had
recently read, and he remembered that
she lsuehed - she spoke. Could it
have been this? He turned back to the
first page; underneath the title was the
line from Measure for Measure:
:. hold you q . thing enskyed and sainted."