Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1893-11-30

cross" Elnii nl served to Miss Wilson,
her ''dcares. lend" that evening.
| well, mr., thoy?' asked Mise will
son.
No, to that poem on Spring
to the editor II the Monthly Messenger
to-day an he's young man,
and us nice rs he can be. lie seemed
very much Interested while read the
poem to him, aud said II was ever so
| pretty. lie asked me to call again,
too, and said ! seemed 90 possess tai
emit"
Perhaps he was more interested In
you than In your poem" Miss wilson
sagcly remarked. ITS lucky you took
| II instead of sending IT,"
why, what an idca," said Elaine,
blushing.
When she went again to the Office OF
the Monthly Messenger, few days
later, the editor greeted her with n
smile
81 have accepted your poem, Miss
Gray" he said. You write well for n
| beginner"
Thank YOU" she said. gratefully,
81 am very much encouraged"
But ! warn YOU" he continued,
that TO succeed rs an author rcquiros a
great deal OF hard work and much per.
severance, and even those who have
become celebrated In letters often
question II their success IL worth what
| IL cost"
"Oh, ! never expect 20 become IA
NOUS" said Elaine. innoccntly. III will
just write n little occasionally for the
pleasure OF writing"
by the way" said Mr.. Winthrop,
hoping to divert her ncwly.awnlscned
literary energies into another channel,
"can you not contribute TO our House
hold or 'Fancy-Work' departments,
Miss Gray2"
"Wcll, perhaps" she said with some
hesitation Mamma flatters mo by
saying am something Of housekcep-
or, and might give you my recipe for
making the crullers that papa apprc-
ciates so highly, And then nm doing
n little fancy work, and II you care TO
have me | can tell you about It."
Exactly what we want, Miss Gray,
and 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 so humdrum
and prOsy, Mr.. winthrop"
True, but this Is humdrum world,
Miss Gray. Where there Is ono who
will read poem there are ton who will
read receipt for making crulcrs"
'But prefer the appreciation OF the
one who reads the poem to that OF the
ten who read tho receipt"
"lf the receipt is good one the
crullers will he appreciated, even II the
author is not, and, besides, thcy may
furnish inspiration for n poem from
some grateful cpicure."
"Your arguments are unanswerablo,"
said Miss Gray, laughing. Tho crul.
lers win the day"
Each mouth after this Elaine con-
tributed to the Monthly Messenger II
few directions for fancy work or one or
two of her choice cooking receipts for
she was, thanks IN her wise mothers
tuition, nm emincntly practical young
lady, and well-skilled In all that goes
10 make woman's education com
plete.
As for Mr.. Winthrop, the girl, so
sweet and womanly, grew very d"nr
indeed To him, and became the brigh,
center around which rcvolved all his
hopes and ambitions. Love with How.
ard Winthrop was no light matter. A.
the ocean is stirred by Il tempest, 30 his
nature was moved to It's profound
depths by his love for Elaine.
II was May. A little party had ex.
changed for n few days the gray city
for the sweet, green country, and
among them were MIR Winthrop and
Elaine.
at makes me feel like writing spring
poetry" said the girl, as the two were
strolling over the verdant meadows.
''Iiy the way, Mr. Winthrop, you never
ago. don't believe you intended to"
this last with II charming pout.
"No, reserved IL for better fate"
was the grave reply.
And what Is that, prny2" she asked.
at Ia this" he said, taking from an
inner pocket the crumplcd manuscript.
81 have carried IL near my heart"
She blushed, but turned the subject
aside with u laugh.
"Why couldn't you publish this, and
keep the receipt for crullcrs, II you de-
sired toto honor me Ia that way?"
because IL was through this ! came
10 know YOU" he said, in a voice that
made her suddenly serious.
She had taken the manuscript, and
some pcnciled lines on the buck at
tracted her attention. She read this:
"'rhe woods aud ncids from sleep have sprung.
Awakened by the suns warm kiss
| The birds u song Of love have sung
| For naturo's mating time u this
From earth below 10 heaven above
| Al holds "a message sweet to me,
| And speak IN accents soft II love
SO why not wo''
With crimson face she returned the
paper 10 him lie took the unresistinR
IA and IN both Of his own, and held II
tightly.
THAT verse ON the back Elaine" he
said, tcnderly, II wrote with you In
lind have loved you since the day
,1u brought me the poem. win you
i've me your own sweet self TO
Brighten my life and make II worth
iying?"
She spoke not word, but only