The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898, 1893-01-27
HOW 10 WRITE "A NOVEL.


An Example of row Thrilling Romance
Can he Turned Out.
II we had time We would write noyels--lots
Of novels They might not be very novel
novels, and they might not go humping
down the front deorsteps Of time, but they
would be great relief TO US. The truth is,
there are whole swarnls of novels buzzing
around In our inner consciousness, poking
their noses into the interstices and gnawing
at the edges In their eagerness to got out
But there Is no use thinking about It; we
haven't time 1t occurs to us, however, that
we may make Ourselves useful to somebody
else.
There seems to be plenty Of ambitious
young persons who have all the time there
Is and who would like to write novels, they
tell u.s. If they only knew how to start out
Now, possibly we can help where they are
weakest Almost every day we see some
thing that would furnish first class start
for an amateur novel, Only yesterday we
were coming down Thirteenth street and
Well, novel might start out like this, for
instance:
The rich, full moon had mounted high and
higher in the vaulted dome Of blue that
canopied the silent valley Of the Nile. The
hoopee birds had fed in docls to take their
wonted places in the branches Of the syca-
more and fig. All nature slept A sea Of
golden sand rolled off beyond the westward
Ken. The mountains Of the east lay slum-
bering upon their couch of FURNISHED gold.
The ripping river flung the sheening noon
beams back, so prodigal they fell upon its
bosom.
The Widow Dizhragh lay upon her rug be-
side the open window Of her chamber, look
ing out upon the rich and dazzling scenery Of
the night All nature slept, save Widow
Dizhragh
II will do it,n she said at last; II will do
it."
The round, red sun peeped slyly from be-
hind the rugged mountains of the east The
silver of the night was gone, and in its place
rich gold was strewn. The sunbeams kissed
the dangling figs and woke the hoopee birds;
then romped away to ride upon the laughing
waters Of the valley god, and CLINT and CLEAN
In wantonness Of brilliancy
The Widow Dizhragh called her charming
daughter.
"Muzhera," said she, 81 have decided
(which way, maT'
ave will take a roomer.n
(which room, mar
HThe one back of the lumber in the attic,
dear. So, come; let us arrange
The shortening of the shadow of the tama-
risk foretold the coming Of the noontide.
The scaraberi toiled and rolled his ball adown
the slope and then anon a-up the slant The
corn bird sought the shade. It was hotter
than tunket
Furnished Roomsn
That was all the plaeard said.
"Why, ma" queried Muzhera, "why do
you drag the piano from its wonted cornerp
u would place it by the window, child,
that be who wayfares may note its presence.
Do you catch onp
u get your drift, ma, and | approve your
ingenuity"
Hush, child; have but just begun.
Fetch me yon chair. No, no; not that one
with the broken back, nor vet the cheap one
with the battered bottom. This one, my
child; this one of brocade velvet. See, it
looks well, though its remaining three un-
even legs are not the legs of use and prac-
tice.n
Thus was the furniture bestowed Then all
the blinds were drawn to shut away the sum
mer sun. 1t was not the golden sunshine
Widow Dizhragh would invite Nay, not all
the sun was shut away.
''That will do, dear. You may leave that
blind and let the golden rays fall full upon
the chair and the piano, that he who passes
by may be beguiled within by the richness of
our belongings"
Here is good place TO end the first chap
ter By this time the. readers interest is
aroused He wonders who will take the
room He sees chance for all sorts OF dra-
matte situations when the roomer comes, and
as for "local coloring," that is in fair way
to make novel worthy Of nine days run
If he who takes it up where we have laid it
down but follows out the gait set forth for
him. Washington Post.