River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1893-11-16

become celebrated in l,tters often
question If their success is worth what
il cost"
.Oh. I never expect to become IA
nous, said Elaine. innocently. Il will
Just write a little occasionally for the
pleasure Of writing
by the way" said Mr.. Winthrop.
hoping 70 divert her newly-awakened
literary energies into another channel,
''can you not contribute TO our House
hold or 'Fancy-Worlx' departments,
Miss Gray?~
well, perhaps she said with snrne
hesitation. Mamma flatters me by
saying am something Of housekeep-
er, and might give you my recipe for
making the crullers that papa appre,
ciates 30 highly. And then am doing
a little fancy work. and If you care to
have me ] can tell you about it"
Exactly what we want, Miss Gray,
and | should like 20 have you contrib.
ute each month. I am sure your cook
ing receipts will appeal 10 the popular
taste"
But these subjects are SO humdruu'
and prosy. Mr. Winthrop"
True, but this is a humdrum world,
Miss Gray. Where there Is one who
viii read a poem there arc ten who will
read a receipt for making crullers."
But prefer the appreciation of the
one who reads the poem TO that of the
ten who read the receipt"
IF the receipt Is a good one the
erullers will be appreciated. even il the
author is not, and, besides, they may
furnish inspiration for a poem from
some grateful epicure."
Your arguments are unanswerable, =
said Miss Gray, laughing. The crul-
lers win the day"
Each month after this Elaine con-
tributed 20 the Monthly Messenger a
few directions for fancy work or one or
two OF her choice cooking receipts--for
she was, thanks TO her wise mothers
tuition, an eminently practical young
lady. and well-slsilled in an that goes
TO make wOman's education com
plete.
As for Mr.. Winthrop. the girl. so
sweet and wOmanly, grew very dear
indeed TO him. and became the bright
center around which revolved all his
hopes and ambitions. Love with How
ard Winthrop was no light matter. As
the ocean is stirred by tempest, so his
nature was moved to its profound
depths by his love for Elaine.
II was May. A little party had ex-
changed for a few DAYS the gray city
for the sweet. green country. and
among them were Mr.. Winthrop and
Elaine.
1t makes me feel like writing spring
poetry" said the girl, as the two were
StrOlliIvs over the verdant meadows.
by the way, Mr.. Winthrop. YOU never
published that poem 1 gave you year
ago don't believe you intended to-
this last with charming pout-
mo, reserved it for better fate, Z"
was the grave reply.
And what Is that. pray?" she asked
''It is this" ne said, taking from an
inner pocket the crumpled manuscript
Il have carried it near my heart"
She blushed, but turned the subject
aside with laugh.
Why couldn't you publish this, and
keep the receipt for crlllers, if you de
sired toto honor me in shat way2"
because IL was through this came
20 know YOU" he said. in a voice that
made her suddenly serious.
She had taken the manuscript, and
some penciled lines on the back at
tracted her attention. She .ead this:
The woods and heids from sleep have spruag
Awakened BY the suns warm kiss.
The birds song Of love have sung
For natures mating time is this
From earth below 20 heaven above
All holds message sweet 20 ne
And speak ia Accents soft OF love
80 why not We
With crimson face she returned the
paper to him. He took the uuresisting
IA and in both of his own, aud held IL
tightly.
That verse on the back, Elaine. " he
said, tendrrly, Il wrote with you in
mind. have loved you since the day
YOU brought me the poem. Wal you
give me your own sweet self to
brighten my life aud make it worth
living2''
She spoke not a word. but only
leaned her head against his shoulder
aud he WAS satisfied. - Walter Hall
Jewett, in Chicago t'ra phic.