The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1893-10-20

HGCASJ tC'bO 0SN0S OSfONOF
deed the turn of his head, the carriage
of his whole person-told any close OBJ
server that he had never experienced
physical pain or mental trouble in his
whole life. How could he dream that
that absurd blue parcel was to change
all that? There was nothing in its as
pect to warn him to beware of it as he
would of rattlesnake. On the contra
ry, it occurred to him that there was
perhaps some fun to be had out Of it.
He would take it to his room and look
it over and tell Cornelia that he had
obeyed her and discovered the great au-
thor. He would copy the most ridicu-
lous paragraphs and read them to her
and pretend that he thought them fine.
Perhaps there was letter within as
amusing as the one which Ponsonby
kept in his collection. which ran thus:
DEAR SIR-I hope you will give me good
price for this novel as nay husband has taken
to drink, and there is nothing left but for me
to become an authorizes and earn my own liv
ing, which despise to do Us we have always
been Genteel.
The story is both instructive and interesting
as the way the heroine tret his wife Is exactly
tbs way mine tret me. Likewise my mother
in law is drawed from nature. Yours respect
ably, Mis- JENKINS.
!. He carried the manuscript into his
luxurious little Office, carefully cut the
neat blue stitches with his knife, rolled
the ribbon and laid it to one side. think
inc again what pretty color it was.
Lazily enough he let his eyes run over
the first page. The second riveted his
attention. Shortly he began to expert
ence astonishment, and before long was
deeply interested in one of the most
thoroughly interesting novels he had ever
read.
Each of us. dear reader, whatevermay
be his menta al ca1iber, knows of one book
which he loves better than all other
books; one that he can read and read
Rgain and find in it fore YER some new
thing, some dear thing: book from
whose pages a soul steaks to his soul
ideas that have been Lifting about his
mind, eluding him, playing tricks with
him. He there finds Formulated opinions
that have been consi ieTad Objectionable
In his immediate cict = boldly placed
before him in black and white, ex-
pressed as he could not express them.
Unconventional ideas that have met
with no response. SO that be has been
forced to bury them in his own bosom,
stand before him naked and not ashamed.
In this faint manuscript, which showed
a curious economy of cheap paper. which
had come to seek its fortune in such alb
surd guise, and which to the eye of any
one accustomed to the finished work of
professional writer's, as placed before
publishers of position, bore about 1t
every token of Ignorance of literary hab-
its and customs, Gregory had found his
book at last. One greater than he seemed
to have hell out helping hand to him;
had hidden him to cease to fear his own
thoughts. Moreover, 1t was that rare
thing, work of fiction both strong and
tender. The real was mingled with the
ideal, the thoughts Of a philosopher were
braided with the joys and sorrows Of
a simple country life, and amid all
played the sweet music Of love tale,
tender and passionate and beautiful,
though IN its finale bitterly sad.
When Gregory Blanchard laid down
the manuscript, there were tears in his
eyes, but he felt as though he had been
communing for awhile with one greater
and stronger than an ordinary man. and
he knew that he was better for the read
ing
Something Of Che hero sEorshiper
dwelt IN the soul Of this young society
man, and it nsFoke within him now. He
longed to meet the genius who wrote
that book, to hear him tallzs to ask him
questions. to be permitted to be ms
! friend. Bis heart gavea great bound at