Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-06-23
EDITORIAL OFFICE
OF TIE CREPUSCoLo.

She entered, mounting the stairs slowly
and looking doubtfully ahead What
should she say when she went in2 In the
first room, the professor had told her, were
the editors, all men, all youngl And In
little separate parlor he, the chief editor,
the handsome man with the short auburn
beard, the hooking smile, that she had
looked at so many times, furtively, through
the window blinds. She must take cour.
age, turn the door handle with firm hand,
and enter-enter with reserved manners,
as became an honest girl, but frank and
natural. Then, after all, she was not go
ing into those rooms from bad motive
from vanity or coquetry.
She was going to sell her work, TO give a
proof Of her love for her dear little Old
woman Oh, for shamel She had been ca
pable Of hesitating so muchl She could
think so much Of herself, Of her sensitive
ness Of timid child She turned the door
handle and entered with firm step, saying,
Good morning" At first, near sighted
AS she was, and blinded by the smoke Of
the cigarettes, she only perceived at the
end of the room large table, with several
men seated around IL writing
They all raised their heads and one Of
them, very young man with large, weary
eyes, went attentively forward 70 meet her.
"The chief edtorS" asked Annina, with
a thread Of voice.
The editorial staff began TO write again,
discriminating an equiyocal smile, fortu-
nately unnoticed by the girl.
Gle will be here in a moment" replied
the young man. "If you will wait for
him
And as Annina looked around her, fright
ened, he added hurriedly, preceding her;
Come into the chief editors room; II
will not be so cold there" And he opened
the door of little parlor, richly furnished,
where in the fireplace was cracking a
beautiful, lively flame.
The young man made low bow, then re-
turned to his task Of cleaning up the CORE
spondence, saying to himself;
where the deuce have ! seen that little
face and those pleading eyesp
No one permitted himself the slightest
comment in regard to the morning visitor.
They had seen others very unlike her.
The young girl mean while-whose breath
had constantly grown shorter looked
around her with ingenious admiration.
How warm one felt in that beautiful little
room, with a carpet on the floor and heavy
plush curtains at the window And to
think that all those furnishings all those
expensive trifes, one could earn them by
work with the pen, inventing beautiful ro-
mances, writing poems, making critical
articles upon fine books, foreign and 1tal-
ian. Oh. il she could succeed in all that
Then mamma
The door opened softly, and Anderni.
with glass in his left eye, entered with a
free movement, placing on the writing
table a great packet of letters and news
papers.
Gin what can | be of use to your he then
asked the young girl, who had risen pre-
cipitately at his entrance.
II came" she said, trembling and grow
ing still paler, 81 came by the advice OF my
teacher of Italian literature, Chevalier Val
laDi. have written story that might, IL
you think best. find a place in your beauti-
full newspaper-in the appendix, Of course"
Anderni was not bad hearted, but that
morning he felt i'll disposed and irritated.
His uncle had refused him the two thou
sand lire which he could not do without,
considering the severe necessity Of his trip
to Berlin.
The CIR. who stood before him was rather
plain, pale as a ghost, and badly dressed;
no doubt she belonged to the inhuman
phalanx of women who write romances and
wear mourning as to their finger nail Auffl
All her hopes must be crushed at once, and
at one blow.
81 am sorry" he answered slowly, tear
ing open neryously the envelopes OF the let
tiers and wrappers and newspapers. Il am
sorry, my dear young lady, but The Gre
puscolo has pigeonholes full OF stories
which perhaps it will never publish. Yours
excuse me- what is it about' How Is IL
entitledY'
The young girl felt her throat CON.
pressed as II by a hand of iron, and blamed
q hundred times over the hour and the mo