Evening journal., 1891-06-12
EDITORIAL OFFICE
OF THE CREPUsCOLo.

She entered, mounting the stairs slowly
and looking doubtfully ahead. What
should she say when she went ini In the
first room. the professor had told her, were
the editors, all men, all young And in a
little separate parlOr he. the chief editor,
the handsome man with the short auburn
beard, the mocking smile that she had
looked at so many times furtively, through
the window blinds. She must take cour-
age, turn the door handle with a 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 a 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 it writing.
They all raised their heads, and one OF
them, very young man with large, weary
eyes, went attentively forward to meet her
"The chief editorr asked Annina, with
a thread Of voice.
The editorial staff began to write again,
discriminating an equivocal smile, fortu.
nately unnoticed by the girl.
"He will be here in a moment" replied
the young man. IF you will wait foI
himn--
And as Anninalooke around her, fright
ened, he added hurriedly, preceding her;
"Come into the chief EDITORS room; il
win not be So cold there.n 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 l seen that little
face and those pleading eyesw
No one permitted himself the slightest
comment in regard to the morning visitor
| They had seen others very unlike her.
The young girl meanwhile-whoseb breatl
had constantly grown shorter - looked
/ around her with ingenious admiration
| How warm one felt in that beautiful littli
i room, with a carpet on the floor and heavl
/ plush curtains at the windowl And Il
think that all those furnishings, all thos
| expensive trihes, one could earn them b,
work with the pen, inventing beautiful 70
mances, writing poems, making critica
articles upon fine books, foreign and Ital
ian. Oh, if she could succeed in all that
Then mamma
The door opened softly, and Anderni
with glass in his left eye, entered with
free movement, placing on the writing
table great packet Of letters and news
papers.
"In what can Of use to youf" he thel
asked the young girl, who had risen pre-
4 cipitately at his entrance.
Il came" she said, trembling and grow
ing still paler, u came by the advice Of IN.
teacher Of Italian literature, Chevalier Val
lani I have written a story that might, /
you think best, find place in your beauti
ful newspaper-int the appendix, OF course.
Anderni was not bad hearted but tina
morning he felt in 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 tri
TO Berlin.
The girl who stood before him was rathe