New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1890-05-07
A PERFECT PLOT.

You are rather late, Stephen said
Mrs. Mostyn, as her husband came into
the dining-room one day, just as she
had finished breakfast, s'and I can not
stay with you as have. to go outs
go out! Why. you said last night
you were going to finish that china
painting this morning, though really
don't know why you should work so
hard. We are not in absolute penury.''
No; but it is pleasant making money
in a way one likes. 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, l am rather hung up for want of a
plot"
ga plot?"
Yes, it is ridiculous. have short
story to write this week, and, though
have rather neat set of characters and
small incidents ready, if you under
stand, main idea is wanting.''
Dear me that is unfortunate! Why
don't you 60 out for walk, or for hall
an hour in the underground. or to the
city on bus, and find one?"
My dear Millicent, what nonsense
you talk. AS if were the least likely
to find my ideal plot that way!. N o;
must try and worry it out myself some
how"
well, I must be off. Goodbye,
Stephens; 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, sprin gin Q
out of his chair, he said:
Il never felt less inclined to write in
my life! Really, | have a good mind
to follow Millicents advice and 90 out.
In a few minutes he was standing on
the doorstep, deciding upon his next
NOV.
What beastly fog! I certainly
sham lose much under ground, so
here goes for. the Metropolitan Rail
way"
''Where for?" said the clerk sharply,
as Stephen stood vaguely in front OF
the ticket office.
"Oh, Whitechapel. I should think
that leaves room for discovery" he
thought to himself.
What CLASP"
Third better do it thoroughly.
Now, then. for trialtrip between Ken
sington 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 trv-
ing to secure his burden more firn.ly.
by means of knotty bit of string that
crossed it here and there in purpose
I less festeons. Mr.. Mostyn lending his
help, between them they made rather a
neat thing of it.
Adventure the first; ended I fear. y
said Stephen to himself. II really
can't ask him how old he is and where
he lives, and it ne thinks it healthy"
"Temple!''
Out tumbled the parcel and the bow,
and in walked an elderly young woman
with a fringe and an American hand
bag. She sat down opposite to
Stephen, put her hands to her head as
if to make certain that it was still in
its place, opened her bag and realized
that she had not lost her ticket, looked
at the window and sighed.
mot exactly ideal, brit scarcely
real thought Stephen. "Do you feel
the draught from that window?' he
asked.
mo, I don't, thank you,n with a
well-arranged look of spiteful timidity,
and changing her seat to one at the
other end of the carriage.
rs this beginninep'' THOUGHT
Stephen. Now, I should like to ask
her if she thinks my life for thirty-tive
years has been working up to the
climax of meeting her, yelled in golden
fog, in third class Metropolitan rail-
way carriage? I wonder if it's any
good going on with this incidentp
Madame-p''
.'Sir, I think this is Blackfriars' Sta
tion,' she said swhisking her head
round as she spoke. the end of her nose
depriving the glass of very fine smut
at the same time.
1t is not my business to tell her that
she is now still more attractive than
when she got in,'' thought Stephen
''she would probably give me into
custody if did -Blackfriars? Yes, it
is. Do you get out here?'
Les, plunSlnSS az the door as she
spoke.
All" he said, turning the handle for
her, Il DON'T
There entered, before. he shut the
door, small woman, holding in one
arm tiny bundle of baby. and push (.
ing before her a.,little boy. She sat
down, the baby keeping its position in
the sling formed by its mothers arm,