New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-04-24

at . o'clock in the morning-it is sympa'He"'
| bour / rose and stood By the fire; ~ or
ho 10" Harold old boy, Eve something to tell you
7 am in love with Kate Winterton!" 10 n,vc
The Saxon nearly dropped his pipe lie ga.
long whistle and said nothing / w ns,s ant
appointed expected congratulations pi''''''
! lalightcr good wishes something. III, hosito-
| After moments silence he said, WIN MI IL wo
ton You haven't actually proposed chr h"''
20" 10 no, of course not. No one, knows nu Ut
| vou and why the devil | told you doht h"'"'
! / added testify His GOODNESS irrltateq , mTb Won
by George old clow, I'm IN f onshed w heartily
and and shook me by the hand The Saxon was Mill
SCI. ri S'i Harold" said, II hardly know now now
| whether | shall ever tell hcr' '"oV LII
TUESDAY morning, you mean" ~, Sunday.
Yes yes | shall not see her untli h ou'" 1--WE
ntn or ood wishes on Sunday The better the
G"yY"3 You know I shook him by the hah he
again lie was not very cnthus id maj was all
listened to my garruous rawlings ana tna' CON m,
] tLat I wanted then " feel young again, con- con-
tinued, and when | think Of her loving lace anu
| enc; ono gug, 1t was that confoundcd lamp
| out If went and put period TO my rhapSou'.
| let ns take il as a gentle hint to me, Diu ny
| ~ n Iovers omen" laughed Harold pleasantly.
groped about. found candle, and pa MN go roaI
nnigRt Then | sought repose and dreamed real
dreams. haunted with Hates bright eyes ana sii'ei
think / have said that / reviewed iSr d tnS
| " Slashcr" in those days Ii was poor stun. anu
had long ceased to be proud OF ~ DuI o,P,Iet
| ,dcd INV daily bread, or rather my daly cutlo .
and Mint of claret and was at least honest ABOUT
IT, ' certainly worked very hard at my learned
reviews and crammcd ny tb sHS uend fo say
workcd like the devil, but without his lntelli,
gcncc:" the truth j., they were al niue je'uoSSss
| Of nv position For | was the we who t'u ign.
nor,ySir science instructed Tcnnyson in the laws
| If mctrr and patr0nizcd George Eliot. III wa, wac
admitted too, on all hands that was eNce"f fIo
| public enjoys, and that used to drive W tne
| minded authors to early graves III my un.'
! Nowadays weak-mindcd authors are dilncuIt ; ~
| rho newt evening fer Saturdays "Sashcr. when
| Harold came in with merry smile on his FACE
y Do w yo" want subject for one of your real
good things >" he asked Here IS a new volume
Of poems just ont; they are .S,creamlngly iunny'
| 'Wherp did you oct them ~ asked.
Il found them in 4 fellow rooms and borrowed
them for few days. No one you Know nc
added hastily.
| lie handed me thin volume, daintly got up
| in n white and gold bOudoir binding, ettcred IN
scarlet on the cover, Signs from my Heart
Modest young lady, isn't she?' suggested
| the Saxon quiz1cally. ..,.. ;.,
| IF She is a lady" ] replied sententiously, with
| the air Of ore who was too old a hama 10 jump DIT
. Listen TO this. then7 cried Harold, snatch
Ing the book from my hand, and reading with
very comic effect poem addressed 10 uiS
|
His locks gold
Iii, looks are bold.
Ny Hero!
Just suits you, Pcnrosc," he said as he in,
lshed. You have red hair and your looks are
WHO publishes it, ! said, smiling at his
vagarics. All, | sec. Well III run througn
useful I've lot of dull solemn things here
/ nothing 10 make fun of
% Now do write good one. Let us have
/ gIftru pf F,fr D, a
! calls them | shall come III and keep YOU up
| to it,
Ills locks are gold,
HIS LOOKS are b9h, 80
Tthcridgc struck an attitude as he rcctcd
| this laughed aloud at me IN his merry, hgl-
spirited way, and went OF leaving me the volume,
| read the poems. and found them Just inc
| weak sort of rubbish ! expected and knocked OIL
a notice OF them. | sent down 10 the publishers
10 find out why We had not got copy Tor the
| on Friday. ! wanted something Hght Tor nall
page. so ! dill the ordinary kind OF sneerlng,
| smart review that the public chuckles over and
enjoys Even NJ | wrote 1t sighed to MYSELF rs
I often did. for | never grew callous about other
people, feelings and | always blame an author $
friends as much ~ author for the nonsense he
| publishes | shall never forget that review
every wrtchcd word Of il is burnt deep into my
heart and when | remember the hundreds OF
equally cruel and equally just notices must
lc fair 10 myself that had written. feel happy
10 have left the trade 10 others who have less
I
slept Welt do not wish TO pretend had,
neither did | eat good breakfast. but was
awake 70 the necessity of dressing carefully par
iicularlv carcfully-and THIS | did. str9llcd
rorthward toward Park Crescent. where Mrs
Wuicgton lived; all the GOOD people were coming
| out OF church. and the dinners were coming
Ia meet tieu ont of the bakchorses. II was
clear frosty morning. Every one seemed cheerful
and c1ntcniCi | had never known London look
% LrIqht and happy A. for me. / walked on
air erect with swinging steps, smiling pleasantly
at the pas-crsby, tor did not know what was
OF course Mrs Wintcrton al home 10 me.
Just she had been for the last ten Sundays a.
this hour. No one was there, ana she would
| usual. for | was very regular visitor, and re-
mcmhcrcl Jane handsomely IN my Christmas
boxes. / walked through the drawng-room into
The boudoir. where | privileged 10 enter.
She would come there, | knew. \ copy of the
Slashcr" WAS lying ON the table cut, too. !
noticed wondered if she had read my article
on Rornola" IL a careful, well-conSi Tered
thing | thought She used often to say she
could tell my hand at once. Poor Kate:
saw, the moment she entered, that something
was ami~s Women can hide everything but
tcars-tcll-tale tears. remember hearing
an American girl say she envicd a baby It's power
OF crying for an hour or two and turning mp fresh
al the end OF the bout From feminine point of
view the accomplishment is undoubtedly worth
acquiring. We tried 10 talk, but il was a failure
dare say was nervous, but then SO was Kate.
Size quite distraite, and not In the least her
own bright self Instead of our usual frank |
Open conversation il was the weather and
DsHcls last good thing was determined TO
break through her reserve. My eye caught the |
"Slashcr" living orcn by her side
VIGIL. Mrs. Wnterton, you have been reading |
the Sashcr' | see ?'
She dartcd II keen look at me, and with some
thing of her old fire. but with trace OF bitter |
nc,s in the laugh that accompanied her answer |
she replied. Oh, yes. | have read the 'Sashcr'" |
90 Did you look at Romola' ?'
No. | only read one thing snort notice of |
some poems or something, she said. taking up |
the paper and looking at il carcc,Sly
| roe and seated myself on u chair SLIGHTLY
behind her
can show it you, | said "'Sighs from My
Heart
Did you write that review ." she said half ris
Ing and bcndin, forward - make up the fire
could rot see her face. or might have been
tempted 10 tell lie
Yes. wrote it," | said Its smart: don't