Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1892-06-03

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have been easy enough. As it was,
her blue eyes, shining wistfuIly into his,
seemed to paralyzc the very nerves of
his tongue.
~ have got little story here went
on Blanche, producing neatly folded
packet, (which I have worked very
hard upon, and--if you would kindly
look at it, and give me your unpre
JUDGED opinion"
| Certainly" said Karl, recovering
his self-possession, and bowling as he
took the packet
There are some verses, too" said
Blanche, reddening. "and little essay
or two, written as spicily as possible
snail come Tomorrow to get your
opinion?'
"By no means" said Mr. Rubens.
politely. 81 will not trouble you to
GENE down to this UNREASONABLE To-
cality. If you will allow mo to call aud
SEQ you"
81 shall be much obliged I" said Miss
Ainslie. eagerly, and Karl knew that
she meant it.
Blanche Ainsle went away, leaving
an intangible little scent of altar of roses
behind her-and the sun dipped down
behind the chimney tops, and the sane
tuna became dark and gloomy all at
once.
"How pretty she is ~ Karl Rubens
thought; "but, pshaw the idea of her
writing for the papers Poor child, how
little idea she has of the life that lies
before her However, | will take the
papers to Di, and sec what she says
about EN-"
Miss Diana Rubsns was strong
minded young lady, of certain age,
who read Carl yle, 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 !" said Miss Diana, as
her brother, over his evening cup of
tea, tossed the manuscripts toward her.
and related his story. 'l.ittls Blanche
Ainslic could no more write for the
paper than any canary bird But every
woman thinks she's born authoress, aud
nothing but personal experience will
grind the idoa out of them /"
Then Miss Diana read the neatly
written pages one by one.
"Scented with rose. said she, scorn-
fully STUFF and nonsense ~
'Well p said Karl, at last looking
up from his own writing, as Miss Diana
laid the packet down, with loud
Hem !" which Signified tho completion
Of her task.
"Fiddlssticks !" was the brief yet sig
nifcant reply.
Karl rubbed his nose with the end Of
his pen stick, evidently little disap-
pointed
"You think they wont do ?" said he.
'Of course they won't" said Miss Di.
"Dishwatcr and adjectives trash and
sentiment-what are the girls thinking
OF nowadays? II she had sent me few
good table recipes now, or way Of
cleaning marble or taking out mildew;
but an impossible love story with the
hero on stills and the heroine mere milk
and water. Pshaw!'
Poor child !" said Karl, com passion
atcly--but he never thought Of an ap-
peal from his sisters decision. "And
she was 80 sure Of success -
They always are - said Miss Di
Karl Rubens was little provoked at
his strong minded sister, but he remem-
bered, as II palliating circumstance, that
Miss Diana had never seen Blanche
Aiuslie.
The editor did not sleep very soundly
that night. He could not help think
ing Of the beautiful girl so suddenly re.
ducod from luxury and wealth to utter
poverty, and when at last he foil asleep,
II was to lroan Of blue eyes, and chest
nut hair braided with shifting lights of
gold
Karl had always admired the brokers'
pretty niece from respectful distance.
Now it seemed as if she were fairsr and
more attractive than ever In fact our
editor, although he was not fully aware
Of IL himself, was lowering dangerously
near the magic ground Of love.
lie called at Mrs Ainslis's tho next
evening with tho condemned manu-
scripts in his pocket, and do believe
had be not stood in righteous fear Of his
strong-mindsd sister Diana, he would
have told Miss AIusle that her produc-
tons were accepted and secretly
burned them 10 the sanctum fire. As
ii was. it was too late for any such sly
system of double dealing.
Blanche was at home, sitting among
tho splendor that was 10 be hers 30 brief
time now, and her bright. upward
look, as he entered, went TO bis vs-y
heart.
II feel like Crookback Richard" he
thought, going to murder the inno-
cent little princes 10 the Tower
And when he told her, as gently as
he could, that the stories and poetry
would not pass muster, sho burst into
tears.
Mr.. RubsDs could not endure those
bright sparkling drops.
Blanche !" he faltered, "don't cry.
Dear Blanche, il is not worth itv
And before they parted that evening.
Blanche Ainslie had half promised to
consider the possibility Of accepting the
editors love, since the editor could not
accept her contributions.
The idea of supporting yourself is
very ridiculous, said Karl ats a great
deal better 10 let me support you"
And so Blanche Ainslie became an
editors wife aud the happiest of little
matrons, and TO this day Karl keeps the
little packet that was "respectfully de-
cliasd. Tile Weekly.
IL can take hundred words a min
ute" said the stenographer. ~ often
take more than that" remarked the
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