Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1891-10-31

hAohOl 80 PNs@ AS~ $500 - 800 - ~
she was terror
$50 Maud was rather taken back when II
answered up. oh, yes; know Mrs. Frank
son we'll .t-s.--.-S.-
"Now, you see, I hadn't read q story since
told the last one, and this one had to
make up as went along Well, got sorter
interested AS was telling you, I've been
at it pretty constant for the last ten years,
but always will believe that the story
about Two Hundred and Three's mother
was the best story ever made up. Well,
wrote that off afterward and sent it to
The Saturday Night, and they sent me a
check for twenty dollars for it, and asked
me to send them another in the same vein.
That was the beginning of it. and made
500 at writing in the next six months /
didn't tell um at home at first, because
knew hummer wouldn't like it. She was
very particular with me, and wanted me to
keep just straight. Well, you see, when
began making SO much money, she found
it out and got scared OF course
had to tell her all about it then, but she
didn't like it. She is old fashioned and
very particular with her girls. Now, my
husband, he just laughs and likes me to
do it. All the money make he lets me
spend on myself. It's soft thing too.
There's good money in it for fhem that
have the gift. Let's see. made about
5000 last year. No outlay, of course, and
the gain is clear. You see, have ROYALTIES
on my books. Now. there's PASSIONS
Kiss Perhaps you've read it. The pub
fishers did the square thing by me on that
trip They got it up in black and yellow.
printed it on first class paper, and that and
the name made it go like hot cakes. Now,
my 'Unwed Wife was killed dead by its
cover ! actually sunk money on it. Some
people think it's all luck, and that there is
no trick about making hit with a book,
but tell you there is no more luck about
it than there is in selling your dry goods.
There's public taste. and you've got to sat.
isfy it, You can see that yourself, can't
you?"
81 think understand you perfectly"
well, you have sort of led me on.
You've got leading way of looking, you
know. Perhaps you are writer yourself
and know how it is. Are your"
Moo"
"Pshaw, nowl l believe you are. Come,
now, tell me. It's nothing to be ashamed
of. Haven't you written some stories9"
Eyes, few, but | can hardly call myself
q writer"
"Well-well! II that isn't funny. We
are in the same trade, then, and it isn't
bad one neither. is it?'
q have not had your success"
That's too bad | know a good many.
complain, but it's no trouble to me aud
never had story sent back"
And / have never written a story that
was not sent back"
We'll, sirsp'
"Ges, ! have several stories in my trunk
now that have had the honor Of being re-
jected by all the first class magazines in
the country"
Never had a single one printed!"
My history is not quite SO tragic as
that We unfortunates, who do not satisfy
public taste, rewrite and remodel our
stories; sometimes we only copy the first
page of the manuscript if it is travel worn,
and then we buy more stamps and send it
OF to another magazine. If story is not
suitable for Harpers or The Century it may
just happen to hit the Scribner's taste.
But you must be sure and remember where
You began the rounds; the editors do not
like to reject a manuscript twice" The
words were spoken with a soft bitter-sweet
distinctness that brought them to me above
the hummin2 roar of the wheels. 1T is
as with man you see; his rejection by his
first love does not necessarily end his mat
rimonial career" 4.-..-., ...-...
w Gil JuSt SuonS Tue NlucEcHc6
between people. You can just sit there as
coolly and sort of joke about failing, and
not care how many times your stories are
sent back. just SO some one takes them in
the end. Now, my friend, you can't I'M
derstand it, but do you know that would
mortify mel just couldn't stand it. I'd
be hoppin mad at first of and then
ashamed. Yes, Pm just that sensitive; |
never could stand things like that"
As she spoke An exquisitely delicate flush
played across the other face It was as if
the light from a rose colored lantern had
wavered there an instant. She only re-
piled by lifting those eyes to her com
panion's face.
How do those monthly magazines payi
I've always thought of writing some for
them, but i never seem to get time.
always have work engaged ahead, and the
papers ! write for want all that can do.
Then the royalties bring In money without
any outlay"
II have received ten and twelve dollars a
page-a page counting about a thousand
words"
WELL WE'LL That's good payi think
when | get ahead, maybe I'll write one or
two for the monthlies. Pm busy, though,
very busy" She undid the heavy silver
clasp of the velvet bag at her side, and
plunging fat ringed hand in drew out
| bunch of note paper and held half written
page up
"Sybil staggered back with q shrek of
! terror. as the man who she had taken for
her brother threw his arms about her
and"-
| The sheet fUttered and lost the rest.
1.-The Fireside Friend wants the rest of
that tomorrow. but they'll have to wait.
| l always keep my word and get the stories
done on time, but they get fidgety and
| want the end before you've even thought
it out yourself. Whyl The trains slow
ing up do believe we're coming to Balti-
more. Yesl if we amt here! I've enjoyed
our talk. When you get with congenial
person it makes the time pass, don't ite
Well, I'll promise not to put you into a
story if you won't put me into one That's
| lair. Goodby. hope your luck will i'm
| prove"
| The train was coming in now with a
| sliding motion, and as the large woman
| got mn the door openaI mud shut no