Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1892-05-27

paralyze the very nerves of his
tongue.
81 have got little story herc,"
went on Blanche, producing a neatly
folded packet, (which l have worked
very hard upon, and-if you would
kindly look at it, and give me your
unprejudiced opinion"
Certainly" said Karl, recovering
his self-possession, and bowling as lie
took the packet.
"There are some verses, too," said
Blanche, rcddcning, land little es-
say or two, written as spicily as pos
siblc. Shall como tomorrow to get
your opinion?"
"By no MEANS" said Mr.. Rubens,
politely. al will not trouble you to
come down TO this questionable To-
cality. If you will allow me to call
and see you--"
81 shall be so much obligedl" said
Miss Ainslie, eagerly, and Karl knew
that she meant it.
Blanche Amslie went away. leaving
an intangible little scent of altar of
roses behind her-and the sun dipped
down bchid the chimney tops, and the
sanctnm became dark and gloomy all
at once.
GLOW pretty she isl" Karl Rubens
thought; "but. pshawl the idea of
her writing for the papersl Poor
chi |, how little idea she has of the
sssasof hes before ller. Howevor,sI
will take the papers to Di, and see
what she says about EN-"
Miss Diana Rubcns was strong
minded young laly, of a certain age,
who read Carlyle, translated Hebrew,
kept house for her brother, and did
nearly as much of the "heavy work"
of the Weekly Sinner as did the editor
himself.
"Fiddlesticks I" said Miss Diana, as
her brother, over his evening cup of
tea, tossed the manuscripts toward
her, and related his story. "Liltle
Blanche Ainslie could no more write
for the paper than any canary bird!
But every woman thinks she's born
authoress, and nothing but personal
experience will grind the idea out of
thcmp
Then Miss Dina read the neatly
written pages one by one.
"Scentcd with rose," said she,
scornfully. "Stuf aud nonsense !"
"Well?' said Karl, at last, looking
up from his own writing, as Miss
Diana laid the packet down, with q
loud "Ilem!" which signitied the
completion of her task.
"Fiddlesticks! was the brief yet
significant reply.
Karl rubbed his nose with the end
of his pen-stick, evidently little dis
appointed.
"You think they won't do?' said
he.
"Of course they won't" said Miss
Di. "Dishwater and adjectives-
trash and sentimcnt-what are the
girls thinking of nowadays? If she
had sent Inc few good table recipes
now, or a way of cleaning marble or
taking out miIdew but an impossible
love story with the hero on stills end
the heroine mere milk and water
Pslaw!"
"Poor childr' said Karl, compassion-
ately-but he never thought of an APP
peal from his sisters decision. "And
she was SO sure of SUGGEST"
"They always are!' said Miss Di.
Karl Rubcns was little provoked
at his strong-mindcd sister, but he re-
membcred, as a palliating circum-
stance. that Miss Diana had never seen
Blanche Ainslic.
The editor did not sleep very
soundly that night. He could moi
help thinking of the beautiful girl SO
suddenly reduced from luxury and
wealth to utter poverty, and when a
last lie fell asleep, it was to dream Of
blue eyes, and chestnut hair braided
with shifting lights of gold.
Karl had always admired thu
brokers' pretty niece from a respect
full distance. Now it seemed as if sh'
were fairer and more attractive THAI
ever. In fact our editor, although HI
was not fully aware of it himself
was lowering dangerously near tn
magic ground of love.
lie called at Mrs. Ainslie's the mex
evening with tho condemned manu-
scripts in his pocket, and | do beliey
had he not stood in righteous fear o
his strong-minded sister Diana, h
would have told Miss Ainslie tina
her productions were accepted" an