Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-03-29
The Fate Of miss Booth S
TGa-Caddy."
BY CHARLES BATTELL LOOMS.

care there any letters, Miss Parfitt?'
said Helen Chauncey as she entered
that lady's sitting room, which served
also az United States post office for the
hamlet of Judea.
There's only one for you, but that:
big enough to last some time, said the
post mistress, going TO the cupboard
with glass doors, behind which instead
of old china, were rows of letters and
papers that waited, it sometimes hap
pened, long time to be called fer.
The letter certainly was big enough
for two, but it did not seem to please
Miss Chauncey, who recognized her
own handwriting IN the address.
1.-The thinner they are, the better /
like them generally" said she, smiling
somewhat sadly, and she took the letter
and left the post-ofiice. Just outside,
she was joined by her friend, Sarah
Adams. who had been waiting for
her.
ANY news from Miss Booths Tea,
Caddy?" asked the latter as she came
out.
"Oh, yes, the usual thing. 1t has
played the role of Noah's dove, once
more. l think I'll wiring its neck, this
time
Don't be rash, dear. How many
times have you sent 1t out?"
"Hhis makes the tenth"
"Well, didn't you send your sonnet
out every month last year,"
"Yes, on the first of every month,
beginning with New Years Day, and
it was accepted January first of this
year. But that was merely a series of
4 4.
by way of climax Besides, this Is Il
story and has less chance. Why, even
tile PGOpie's hUgG-iHe refused it,"
They had been walking toward home
as they talked. Helen and her friend
were neighbors in the sparsely-
hill town of Judea, Connecticut. What
success Helen had already achieved
was attributable, IN a large degree, to
the helpful hopefnlness of Sarah, who
not only played the part of critic,
Helen was inclined to faint by the way
which was not seldom, encouraged
her to renewed efforts.
Have you tried lie Siecle?"
"Mercy, mol if the PeOpte's won't
nave 1t, why should l hope that Il
&ccie would find it available?"
l
know good thing when they see it,
while others do. Anyway, it will cost
you but four cents to try, and think If
theg should take itl'
"Ohl Sarah, ii they should! L
lon't suppose [ would speak to anyone
for week, I'd he so set up and so en-
couraged."
BY this time they had reached the
gateway of Sarah's house.
"Promise me, dear, that yon'n send
it there" said Sarah.
Every well, but if it comes back
IgGin, III try the virtue of fire. And
what's more, I'll never write another
word"
Time enough to think of that when
1t does come back. Good night and
good luck to it.
Mr.. Brant, of Le Sjccle Magazine,
INST finished looking over a batch of
MSS, "A few, very few of which he
had laid aside to he considered. He
leaned back in his chair and stretched,
and Just then John brought in another
pile of MSS.
"Oh, dear, will they never STOP" he
yawned, with AN appealing look at the
clock. "Well, that's what I'm here
for, so hero goes, and running his
paper cutter through the first enve-
iope, he drew forth typed story, en-
titled "'Nliss Booths Tea Caddy."
"Antique and horrible, [ suppose"
said he, beginning to read it. In few
minutes he had finished it. He rose
and went to a door opening upon an
inner room. Come" said he, "this
story is refreshing. Read 1t, and
think you'll accept 1t at once"
Mr.. Cone took the Ms, and read it
through rapidly.
That's capital story" he said.
when he had made an end of it. "W ho
10 she?"
''Never heard of her before. Maybe
IT'S a discovery. Helen Chauncey;"
no, l never heard the name before.
She may be a big six-foot backwoOds-
mana sort of Charles EgbeTt Grad
dock reversed, for all | know. Any
way, she writes good stutf-although L
think that she would better modify the
dialect a little--ior the sake of our
long-sufferlng readers"
"Yes, the dialect is too broad.
Maybe, on the whole, you'd better
hold it over for IA second Judgment"
said Mr.. Cone, handing the MS. back.
III.
Sarah Adams had been cut driving
with Nellie Lester, sn old schoolmate
OF hers, and stopped at the post-olfice
for any letter, that there might be for
her or her near neighbors.
There was nothing for her, but there
was letter, somewhat bulky for
Helen"
Poor child" said Sarah to her
friend, as she took her seat in the car
ringe. "Helen's story has come back
from lie SiecLe."
Chow DO you know?"
"Oh! she's n srked a small s on the
corner of the envelope
"Well, think they were real mean
not to take it. She read it to me the :
other day, and think it's just as good
as lots of stories they print. She has
QudntittSs of talent; had when she was
st schocA for that matter; you-know