Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1892-08-04

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
sketch writer than man could ex-
pect to build q house or construct q
steam-engine without an hour OF
practice or experience? Had she been
shabby, spectacled old lady, or
and high cheek bones, it would have
been easy enough. AS it was, her
blue eyes, shining wisttully into his,
seemed to paralyze the very nerves
OF his tongue.
IL have got little story here"
went on Blanche, producing a neatly
folded packet, (Which have worked
very hard upon, and-it you would
kindly look at it, and give me your
unprecedented opinion"
Certainly said Karl, recovering
his self-possession, and bowin. as he
took the packet.
There are some verses, too" said
Blanche, reddening, land a little es-
say or two, written as spicily as pos
sible. Shall come tomorrow and
get your opinion?"
BY no means" said Mr.. Rubens.
politely. 81 will not trouble you TO
come down to this unfashionable
locality. tyou will allow me TO call
and see you"
Il shall be so much obliged" said
Miss Ainslie eagerly, and Karl knew
that she meant it.
Blanche Ainslie went away, leaving
an intangible little scent OF altar Of
roses behind her-and the sun dipped
! down behind the chimney tops, and
the sanctum became dark and gloomy
all at one.
How pretty she is" Karl Ru}ens
! thought; but pshaw! the idea OF ner
writing for the palers' 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 EN-
Miss Diana Rubens was a strong
minded young lady. 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!' said Miss Diana. as
her brother, over his evening cup OF
tea tossed the manuscripts toward
her, and related his story Little
Blanche Ainsie 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 them"
Then Miss Diana read the neatly
written pages one by one
Scented with rose" she SAID,
scorniully. Stuff and nonsense"
We'll? . said Kari, at last, looking
| up from his own writing, az Miss Di-
ana laid the packet down with loud
"Hem!' which signitied the completion
OF her task
"Fiddlesticks!.' was theorief yet sig
niicant reply.
Karl rubbed his nose with the end
OF his penstick, evidently little dis
appointed
You think they won't do" said
he.
"oi course they WON'T said Miss
N p!sh"alei ana aa!ettlNes-
trash ana sentlment-what are the
girls thinking OF nowadays? II she
mad sent me lew good table recipes
now, or way OF cleaning marble. or
taking out mlIdew; but an impossible
love story, with the hero on stills
ana the heroine mere mix and water.
Penaw
POOR child! sad Karl compass
sionately-but he never once thought
OF an appeal from his sisters deci-
SION. AMI she was SO sure OF sue
cess:
They always are. SAID Miss Di.
hari Rubens was little provoked
at his strons-mlnded sister but. he re-
memb-red. as paliGtins clrcum-
stance: that Miss Diana had never
seen Blanche Alns|ie.
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
wealth to utter poverty, and when at
last he fell asleep, II was 20 dream OF
blue eyes, and chestnut hair braided
h oh liCh+ Of, Il