Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-07-26

Ms. had been sent some weeks previous
to the magazine. and now she was ON
the anxious seat Of the young author.
who reads life or death in the editors
decree. She knew she ought 10 set her
self to work. but a strange bodily Ian
guor rendered every effort abortive.
Her imagination seemed unstrung. like
her nerves. and would yield nothing Co
herent. Her attic chamber was sitting
in the long, hot dog days, and the railway
trains became'mcre and more uuendur-
able, while the engine drivers appeared
TO take a malignant pleasure IN startling
her sleep with dia5oiIcal sh.1eks. She
began many Things - stori-s. poems,
sketches-and then threw them aside
half finished. In fact. she was subsist-
ing OF two little poems taken by a child's
magazine, and which she calculated
would, with the closest economy. carry
her through TO september She had
given up meat and tea and confined her
self to bread and milk and a little fruit
as the cheaper diet. If the story was re-
fused, after all. what was to become of
her? Now that her brain seemed afro
phied, perhaps somebody's kitchen door
would open 10 her necessities. She
dared not think Of poor Win. Hope was
kept alive in her bosom by old Miss
Rivers, to whom she had opened her
heart. Celestina felt as morally certain
that the story would be accepted as that
her half yearly stipend would soon be
coming from England or Switzerland.
Day after day crept by. The heat and
drouth were distressingly prolonged.
Even Mrs. Northup's nerves and temper
had given way, for she had brought her
self to the point of spanking Margery.
Every morning the maids on Grove
/ street might have seen the young girl
pass on her walk 10 the p~ostofice with
yearning expectation in her eyes, and
come back baffied, dropping with disap-
pointment and heartache. The editor
in-chief was away fishing in the mount
aims; but how was she to know that
fact? And Mrs. Archer was i'll in Paris,
and that, too, was hidden from the mind
Of poor Celestina, who walked by faith
and not by sight.
One morning as Edith emerged from
the p~ostofice empty handed. and even
more respondent than usual, she met
Harold Ashley face TO face. He lifted
his hat and colOred high. Edith, too,
was painfully embarrassed by the unex-
pected encounter.
81 have been trying to see you this long
time, Miss March, TO ask you for an ex-
PLANTATION. The whole Ashley family
feel agrieved and injured by your treat
ment."
Il am sorry" said Edith, walking fast,
rs if to get away from him, though with
his long strides he easily kept by her
side II can give no explanation ex-
cept the n l gave your Gster-the SIM
pie truth"
''Yes, Fanny felt that nub very
deeply"
Don't call it a snub, Mr.. Ashley. I
had to say it, though it cost me many a
pang. Perhaps the words were rude
and blunt; but / am a working girl /
have no time, nc right to amuse myself.
l should be disloyal to poor Will"
But there are so many things / have
to say TO you, Miss March, and You viii
not listen; you avoid me, you run away
whenever ] approach"
II don't understand you, Mr.. Ashley"
returned Edith coldly. What can you
have to say.to me? You ought TO be at
the seashore this moment with Miss
Trevor"
MARY Trevor? She is my cousin, and
a confirmed invalid. What has she to
do with it? She is a great deal Older
than / am"
at don't h-noxyu PATH ~Au-blad .l.no
in her speech, her face burning crimson
that is, l understand-they do say You
are to marry Miss Trevor"
Harold stood still and turned quite
pale, his gaze fixed searchingly ON her
face. '4Oh, that explains it. You think
l ought to have nothing to say TO you
because l am going TO marry Mary Ire
vOr, +" and he threw back his head and
well, Miss March, / desired
to let you know that l am going up TO
Camp, where your brother is,
10 visit Stevens. Ii occurred to me that
you might have some message for him"
For Williel Oh, how good you are!
Do tell him | am perfectly well and in
he best Of spirits, and hourishing gen.
81 shall tell him no such thing, Miss
for / should be telling a false
hood. The truth is you are looking mis-
pale and worn and tagged, and
you are shaving your life out to keeph him
at college"
''Oh, Mr.. AshleyF and she gave aeon
little gasp. "He knows nothing
IF it. He thinks we still have our in
l~eritance intact. II would break his
heart and mine if he knew"
Harold looked severe and relentless.
1T viii be my duty to tell him, Miss
that you refuse to have friends,
hat you are too proud and independent
accept the smallest favor from those
who would gladly serve you"
Think what you win of me-" she
answered dejectedly, ''but don't hurt
Without another word Harold turned
N his heel and was gone, leaving the
yir in a state Of wonder as 70 how he