Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-04-26
THE MSS STORY.

uni "elBnI ana Dulk, and III addition to the
tale which Is told through me have tale
TO tell, story of adventure by land and
sea, Vi experiences IN tragedy and comedy,
with class of beings known as editors.
Inc author of my being was a woman. |
use the past tense, as | knew her long ago
so long, indeed, that fortune must have
crushed her ere this had she not been of a
nrm, strong mold, which refuses to be
crushed, even by the heavy weight of an
unknown name.
AT the time of my conception she lived
with her father in a small cottage in a
sleepy old town in the heart of an eastern
state.
Its chief attraction was an academy Of
learning, where my author pursued her
studies with character and decision-doing
everything she did well and completely,
and indeed winning for herself the title of
the brightest girl in town"
She had gift of expression and some
talent, and her friends often said, "You
ought to write" a phrase so often repeated
that she began to have some little conf
dence in it of herself
Her father was a pensioned officer dis
abled by wound from doing manual Ia
Dor, and the pension that he drew was
Ihelr main support, and while ambition
spurred on the daughter to make the most
oil Whatever talent she possessed, stern
necessity, that memorable driver. dashed
her nagglng hopes from day to day with
demand for s-dolars-dollars with
which to supply fast growing needs.
In little back chamber, away from all
intruding eyes, and even the too oarisb
light Of day, tale after tale was produced.
and each, with a parcel of hope done mn
within 1t, sent out to the mercies of an
editorial world.
In process Of time /, too, was born. and
to the mind of my author | was her mas
terpiece
A true story Of a remarkable chapter of
incidents. A love story? Why, YES. of
course. MEN may come and men may go~
but love goes on forever.
too went out, and my author timidly
asked for me the pay which she had been
too modest TO expect for my predecessors, !
which, by the way, had been, the most of !
them, graciously accepted and pigeon |
holed
well remember my first reception It
was IN the Office Of a leading religious |
paper, and the editor was mighty man |
IN nesh and ttles-and he looked me over /
suspiciously.
T, Y.
Hum-crude very crudg-um-um. A love |
story, and written by woman who wants |
pay. Such presumption had best be nipped /
in the bud"
He seized pen and scratched off a note.
which | had ample time to read as we
Jostled along together in the mail bag.
DEAR MADAM-WhHe your story shows con-
siderable merit, we regret TO say il is unavail-
able for our columns, and it is returned with |
thanks for the privilege Of examination. Il /
you are thinking Of making living in Htera-
ture, feel constrained TO offer you a bit Of ad-
vice-saw wood or take in washing, and Won
will find it more pleasant and lucrative field
OF labor than this. Respectfully yours,
DR.. W.
Ny author laughed Historically when
she read this tender and sympathetice pistle.
Take in washing, indeed" holding up
her tiny, slender hand. Perhaps might
earn my shoestrings at the washtub, and |
shall have to learn to cut kindling before
can venture out as a woOdcutter
think Wen test the value of your advice
first, Dr. W"
next went to the office of one of the
leading magazines on the principle of
Nothing venture, nothing have"
felt that | had come on a fruitless quest
when | saw the great number of compan-
ons which joined me upon the road.
When at last my turn came to be opened
found myself in the hands of tired.
AIDED man, who plainly showed WEAKNESS
# mind and body-the reader for the
magazine through whose hands all matter
must go for its first sitting
His brow contracted as he took me up .
md looked at my title, then at my authors ,
lame. II wish these unknown writers
would stop sending in their Improbable
wares" he said petulantly He made a ,
'retense of reading a few pages, but find
ng nothing which struck his weary fancy ,
s brilliant or original be thrust me hasti-
y into another envelope with a printed ,
lip and | was again Rejected MS" ,
ying upon the editorial page of the maya
inc wherein was printed this item:
"The editors are ready at all times to ,
eize upon anything original or unique in
he line Of literature without reference to
he name or fame Of its author, and all
natter submitted is carefully and labori-
usly sifted in the hope of finding some
tray gem of literary excellence"
When | arrived home / found my author
q a maze Of delight-a story had been ac- {
epted by a publisher Of worldwide fame. a
With word Of hearty praise and better ;,
jill check worth very much more TO her ! =
IAN its mere face value, for il was the ;,
cry first penny she had ever earned by her 4
en-.
"Ah, you dear thing you" she cried, =,
altzing around the room with the bit of u
lue paper in her hand you represent at !.
asst twenty-five washings so think, Dr. =
y, Wen wait awhile before we follow !,
our clever advice" J,
She took me out with my printed letter " "
wooden letter | remember She called it }
and patted me tenlerly.
Il fear you're going togrow old and gray
my service, old friend" she said; ''but ..
ever mind, when we get famous Wen have
e laugh on some Of these stony hearted ~
llows who laugh at us now" and away u
emit on another tour, this time to a coun- a. q,
y newspaper Of large circulation. "Ill n
It soar too high this time," said my author ~
she sealed me mn u