Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1891-11-18

lChlcago riasfl
One Of the most successful OF recent
pieces Of fiction--loved for It, quaint,
oid.timc pict urrs aud IL tender pathos
has an inu.r history, known 10 few.
The story has brought the writer into
sudden fame. This Is how u came 10 DO
written; It, author, u clever, young TO-
male newspaper correspondent, secured
board for her summer vacation with .
quaint old Quakercss In the country
not far from Springfield. The young
lady and her hostess soon became fast
friends. Evening after evening they
would alt together upon the porch
steps, aud the old lady would pour
into the attentive ears Of her sym.
pathetic listener the story Of her own
hard llfe-An orphaned aud comfort.
less chiluhoOdj n girlho0d Of ceaselcs-
work, devoid OF coveted "echooling;n
m early aud Incompatible marriage;
womAnhood full OF the piivatbns,
struggles aud small economies OF those
who "ralsed n familyn and "got n
homer IN the early days; \ whole lie
filled with unsaiisned craving for
knowledge, power, appreciation She
had hungered for the bread OF intel
lectual compa nionship, and had been
given the stone M solitary drudgiDg
and Punching.
Hut the pride OF life had not been
wholly crushed out Of her. She had
chung TO one dream; She has written
book Yes, tho last word Of the last
Page had been finished the very day
that her guest had arrived. She should
never forget-so she told her listener rs
they sat together under the notified,
quiyering shade Of the thlck-lcAved
NAPLES which the moonlight silh ouctted
upon the dUOrstops-ths "feellnga"
which she "had'' as she traced the
word "F-i.n-i.s" aud put "straight
mark" each slide Of II, No; --finis-
How long had she worked over II?
Ten long years. And now II was
dontl How glorious II would look In
print-her own book!
81 hope you put much Of the story
ofyour own life Into ~" suggested the
young woman.
"Oh, my, mol" exclaimed the dear
old woman; "not n bit OF II. Nobody
would care 10 read that. It's all about
lost heir aud things like that"
The next summer the young lady
came out 10 the old farmhouse again
but not for more moonlight Visits with
her quaint old friend, whose white lipH
had been bitten Into silence by the
frosls Of death.
The dull, sad husband led the young
woman Into the bedroom, and pointing
toa large package OF sheets tiei to-
gg.her with welting cord, and dozen
loose letters which stood upon tho bu.
rcau beside the tumblers aud medicine,
said,
MARY wanted you to put them into
the coffin along with her when she
was laid Out--wouldn't have no one
else tech ZEN, nohow. can't under.
stand H. Nor | can't see why them
there letters should NJ made her lust
pine hertelf awny into the grave. But
they did, though"
The young woman read one Of the
letieF, or rather circulars, for they
were printed:
ave regret that your manuscript Il
not available 10 our use and herewith
return II with thanks."
She had no need TO read more OF
them, hut placed them and the relectet
manuscript beside the dead. Then she
returned home, wrote the story Of the
humble life which "nobody would care
NJ read" and made fame the hun
dredth part Of which would have given
the disappointed life, which had lust
gone out In daIkusss, a glorious sun
ret.