Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-04-19
A PERFECT PLOT.

just as she had finished breakfast,
"and can not stay with you, as
have to go out"
$50 out! Why, yousaid last night
you were going to finish that china
painting this morning though !
really don't know why you should
work so hard. Weare not in absolute
| penury."
"No; but it is pleasant making
money in way one lik.S, Besides,
there will be some to give away when
We find we have too much ourselves.
And how is your trade going on?"
''To tell the truth, not brilliantly.
In fact, am rather hung up for want
OF plot"
"A plot?"
eyes, it is ridiculous. | have a
short story to write this week, and,
though have rather Il neat set OF
characters and smallincidents ready,
if you understand, u main idea is
wanting"
''Dear me, that is unfortunate!
Why don't you go out for walk. or
for half an hour in the underground,
or to the city on bus, and find
one?"
"My dear Millicent, what nonsense
you talk. As ii were the least like
~ to find my ideal plot that way!
No: must try and worry it out my
self somehow.
"Well, must be off. Goodbye,
Stephen; take my advice-go and
look for your ideal in the real OF life.
i am sure you can find it there"
After his wife had gone Stephen
Mostyn ate his breakfast and then
sat musing a little, after which,
springing out OF his chair, he said:
II never felt less inclined To write
in my life Really, / have good
mind to follow Millicent s advice and
go out"
In a few minutes he was standing
on the doorstep, deciding upon his
next move.
"What a beastly fogI certainly
shan't lose much under ground. so
here goes tor the Metropolitan Rail.
way"
"Where for?" said the clerk sharp
ly, as Stephen stood vaguely in front
of the ticket office.
"Oh, Whitechapel. Ishould think
that leaves room for discovery. he
thought to himself.
what class?"
''Third-better do il thoroughly
Now, then, for a trial trip between
kensington and the Mile End Road. |
to test Millicent's theory"
A small boy with large. heavy |
parcel got into the carriage with him. /
and spent some moments in yainly /
trying to secure his burden more .
firmly, by means of q knotty bit of /
string what crossed it here and there
in purposeless festoons. Mr.. Mostyn
lending his help, between them thew
made rather a neat thing oft.
Adventure the first; ended fear"
said Stephen to himself. Il really
can't ask him how old heis and where
he lives, and if he thinks it healthy
'"Temple"
Out tumhled the parcel md the
boy and in walked an elderly young
woman with fringe and an Ameri-
IAN cloth handbag. She sat down
opposite to Mr.. Mostyn, put both her
lands to her head as If to make GER
ain that it was still in it's place.
opened her bag and realized that she
lad not lost her ticket, looked at the
and sighed.
Not exactly ideal, but scarcely
cal, thought Stephen. "Do Won
eel the draught from that Window"
le asked.
"No. don't thank you," with n
veil arranged look Of spiteful timid.
ty,and changing her seat to one at
he other end OF the carriage.
us this a beginning" thought
stephen. "Now, should like to ask
Ter ifshe thinks my life for thirty.
I've years has been working up to
he climax of meeting her, yelled in
.olden fog, in a third class Metro
'olitan railway carriage? wonder
it's any good going on with this in
ident? Madame -"
"Sir, think this is Blackfriars,
she said, whisking her head
ound as she spoke, the end of her
ose depriving the glass Of a very
ne smut mt the same time.
at is not my business to ten her
hat she Is now still more attractive
han when she got in, thought Ste.
hen; "she would probably give me
nto custody if l did-BlackfriarsP
les. it is. Do you get ont here?"
"Yes," plunging at the door as she
poke.
"Ah," he said, turning the handle
or her. ~ don't"
There entered before no shut the