New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1892-07-27

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Mr.. Rubens was sorely puzzled
what to say How could he tell this
pretty creature sitting there before
him, in the halo of her youth and
beauty and high social position, that
she could no more hope to succeed as
{ q sketch writer than O. man could eX-
pect to build a house or construct q
steam-engine without an hour of
practice OF experience? Had she been
shabby, specialized old lady, or a
middle aged fema e, with lotions gloves,
and high cheek bones, it would have
been easy enough. AS it was, her
blue eyes, shining wistfully into his,
seemed to paralyze the very nerves
of his tongue.
81 have got a little story here, !"
went on Blanche, prod ucing a neatly
folded packet, which / have worked
very hard upon, and-iI you would
kindly look at it, and give me your
unprejudiced opinion :
Certainly, said Karl, recovering
his self-possession, and boWing as he
took the packet.
There are some verses, too" said
Blanche, reddening, and a little es
say or two, written as spicily as pos
slble. Shall l come tomorrow and
get your opinion?''
By no means" said Mr.. Rrbens,
politely. 81 will not trouble you to
come down to this unfashionabiea
locality. IF you will allow me to call
and see you =
Il shall be so much obliged!' said
1ScS IL orpIs Irv,c
that she meant it.
Blanche Ainslie went away, leaving
an intangible little scent of altar of
roses behind her ind the sun dipped
down behind the chimney tops, and
the sanctum became dark and gloomy
all at once.
How pretty she is!' Karl Rubens
thought; but pshaw! the idea OF her
writing for the pagers! Poor child
how little idea she has of the life that
lies before her. However, will take.
the papers to Di, and see what she
says about 'em"
Miss Diana Rubens was a strong
minded young lady, OF 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!' said Miss Diana, as
her brother, over mis- evening cup Of
tea tossed the manuscripts toward
her, and related his story. Little
Blanche Ainshe could no more write
for the paper than my canary bird!
But every woman thinks she's a
born authoress, and nothing but per-
sonal experience will grind the idea
out Of themp'
Then Miss Diana read the neatly
written pages one by one.
Scented with rose" she said,
scornfully. "Stuff and nonsense!"
'sWell?' said Karl, at last, looking
up from his own writing, as Miss Di-
ana laid the packet down with loud
"Hem" which signifed the completion
of her task.
'Fiddlesticksr' was the brief yet sig
niicant reply.
B Karl rubbed his nose with the end
OF his pen-stick, evidently a little dis
appointed.
You think they won't do?'' said
he
"Of course they won'tW said Miss
Dl. 'Dlshwater and adiectives-
trash and sentiment-what are the
girls thinking of NOWADAYS? If she
had sent me a few good table recipes
now, or a 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!"
S. ol;1lI,3
sionately-but he never once thought
tot an appeal from his sisters deci-
sion. And she was so sure OF sue
cess!"
They always are!'' said Miss Di.
Karl Rubens was a little provoked
at his strong minded sister, but he re
membered, as palliating circum-
stance. that Miss Diana had never
seen Blanche Ainslie.
The editor did not sleep very
soundly that night He could not help
thinking OF the beautiful girl SO sud
denly reduced from luxury and
Wealthto utter poverty, and when at
last he fell asleep, it was to dream OF
blue eyes, and chestnut hair braided
with shifting lights OF gold.
Karl had always admired the
brokers' niece from q respectable dis ]
lance. Now it seemed as if were
fairer and more attractive than ever.
In fact our editor, although he was
not fully aware ofit himself, was how
'ering dangerously near the magic
around oflove.
He'called at Mrs. Ainslie's the next
evening with the condemned manu-
scripts IN his pocket, and I do believe
had ihe not stood linorighteous fear OF
his strong minded sister Diana, he
would have told Miss Ainslie that her
productions We're accepted, and
secretly burned them in the sanctuna
fire. AS it was, itmas too late for
any such sly system ofdouble dealing.
Blanche was at home, sitting amon 40
the splendor that was to be hers SO
brief ;.tirne now, and her bright, up.
ward look, as he entered, went to his
very heart.
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