The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-11-12

she seems TO nave tue utef8Iy FEVER In
a mild form. Let's see-I didn't pay
much attention to her poem-too busy
observing the color of her eyes. Some
thing about spring-likc most of the
rest of them"
He read it critically.
Not so bad" was his comment;
considerably above the average for q
beginner. 1t is commonplace. how
ever; too much So to publish. But it
will never. do to refuse it. for If do
she will be MORALLY offended. no doubt,
and will not see her again. must
make her acquaintance"
Il thought all editors were old and
cross" Elaine observed TO Miss Wilson,
her dearest friend" that evening.
We'll, aren't theyY' asked Miss VIII
son.
No. took that poem on Spring
to the editor of the Monthly Messenger
to-day, and he's q young man.
and as nice as he can be- He seemed
very much interested while read the
poem to him, and said it was ever so
pretty. He asked me to call again,
too. and said I seemed 10 possess tai
emit"
Perhaps he was more interested in
you than In your poem" Miss Wilson
sagely remarked. Its lucky you took
it instead of sending it"
why, what an idea" said Elaine,
blushing:
When BE went again to the Office Of
the Monthly Messenger, . few days
later. tie editor greeted her with .
smile.
II have accepted your poem. Miss
Gray" he said. You write well for .
beginner"
Thank you," she said, gratefully.
81 am very much encouraged"
but l warn YOU" he continued.
"that to succeed as an author requires .
great deal of hard work and much per-
severance. and even those who have
become celebrated in letters often
question if their success Is worth what
it cost"
''Oh, 1 never expect to become IA
NOUS" said Elaine, innocently. II will
just write a little occasionally for the
pleasure of writing"
by the way" said Mr., Winthrop.
hoping s to divert her newly-awakened
literary energies into another channel.
''can you not contribute to our House
hold or 'Fancy.Work' departments
Miss Grsy?"
well. perhaps" she said with some
hesitation Mamma hatters me by
e.r;rr NV a1pno<h;np ~ a bousaLA>Y>
er, and might give you my recipe for
making the crullers that papa appre-
ciates so highly, And then am doing
little fancy work. and If you care to
have me I can tell you about it"
Exactly what we want Miss Gray,
and l should like to have you contrib
ute each month. / am sure your cook
ing receipts will appeal to the popular
taste"
But these subjects are 90 hundrum
and prosy. Mr.. Winthrop"
True. but this is humdrum world,
Miss Gray. Where there is one who
win read poem there are ten who will
read a receipt for making crullerx"
Butt prefer the appreciation of the
one who reads the poem to that OF the
ten who read the receipt"
eff the receipt is a good one the
crullers will be appreciated. even if 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. Tho crul-
lers win the day"
Each month after this Elaine con-
tributed to the Monthly Messenger a
few directions for fancy work or one or
two of her choice cooking receipts--sor
she was, thanks to her wise mothers
tuition, an eminently practical young
lady, and well-skilled in all that goes
to make q 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 a tempest, SO his
nature was moved to it's profound
depths by his love for Elaine.
1t was May. A little party had ex-
changed for 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
strolling over the verdant meadows.
by the way. Mr.. Winthrop, you never
published that poem gave you q year
ago. don't believe you intended to"
this last with charming pout
NO reserved 1t for better fate"
was the grave reply.
And what 10 that. pray7' she asked.
at is this" he 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 crullers, il you de-
sired TOTO honor me in that way?"
Because il was through this came
to know you," he said, in voice that
made her suddenly serious
She had taken the manuscript, and
some penciled lines on the back At
tracted her attention She read this:
"The woods and selcs from sleep have sprrng,
Awakened ny the suns warm kiss;
The birds so1g OF love Fave sung
Fer narare's mating time is this
From earth below 20 heaven above
All holds uessagc Sweet 20 re.
A n6 SPEAK IN accents soft Of love
50 SHY not vs:
With crimson face she returned the
paper to him He took the unresis.ing
h and in both of his own, and held il