The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1893-06-08

Scr1bed spaces and clrcumscrlDeu tastes, ano
these, fitting both spaces and tastes adj
| mirably, won certain though moderate re-
wards.
And thus it had come to pass that Dick
was much more than half of the Trent
corporeal structure, and it was his opinion
that, had it not been for plain, hard work
ing Dick with his skits and space work,
the inspirationist, Richard Pomeroy, would
have starved.
But some time in the future, when Dick
had written himself into the possession OF
that desderatum, a comfortable bank ac-
count, he contemplated unleashing Richard
Pomeroy for q season and permitting him to
demonstrate his roSeate theories.
Clearly, in the present, Dick Trent owed
it to himself to go to the Metropolis. He
was familiar with the records Of thestruggles
and ultimate triumphs of the humorjsts
whom their admirers called great. He in
tended to profit by the blaze-marks along
their trails He was known now by the
buyers of his wares as producer of reliable
work of standard less than the first. 1t is
not long space from the place of joke
smith TO the position Of a humorist The
former must content himself with regular
market rates, the latter may dictate his own
terms. The ascent is short but somewhat
steep. measure of influence, timely
boost, and the thing is done.
IN go!" he declared. "Bing is right.
Why should / remain in this out-of- the
world hole any longer?"
He turned from the magnolias in the
quaint old vase and looked out of the open
window at the restful scene before him.
Yes, Bingham was nearly right; it was
almost out of the world-this dreamy old
Southern village whittier Trent had drifted
from the Middle North at about the time
that Bingham and Lawrence had sought
the Metropolis; but Dick had found it good
till now.
There was little in the uneventful round
of existence there to distract his thoughts
from his work. Rest-time followed labor in
unbroken rotation. Dick sometimes chafed
under the monotony Of it, but to Richard
Pomeroy it was sweet to lie dreaming the
bright days away in the perfumed shade of
the magnolias, with Hope sitting near.
They mostly plotted and planned over the
book he would write-the book that was to
make him famous-and Hopes soft voice
would grow eager and her eyes shine with
enthusiasm, and Richard Pomeroy would
feel himself strong and fame would not
seem so very far eff after all, and for happy
little time Dick would be relegated to the
background. But Dick always asserted
himself all too soon and caused Richard
Pomeroy to meekly retire.
Dick Trent looked out of the open window
and down the vista between the trees where
the sunlight, filtered through the canopy of
softly -swaying bOughs, lay in gently-waver-
ing patterns of shine on the sward. Then
he saw Hope coming up the leafy aisle.
Her father was with her. The fragments of
sunshine wavered in a welcoming minuet
around and before the girl, like gentle play
fellows glad of her return. Old Lion, the
canine patriarch, numbered down the path
with rheumatic counterfeit of puppyhood's
suppleness and resonant boomings of well
come. He gamboled lab0riously about his
girlish mistress for little way, and then
fell behind his master with stately tread.
The lissOme, girlish figure in the simple
gown with the broad sun-hat fallen back
from the wavy, half-confned hair; the tall
old man with snowy beard, bat the erect
Carriage of a soldier; the proud cid watch
dog, who evidently held himself to be fit
representative of the old school of canine
gentlemen; the shine and shadow weaving
and wavering about the group-it was a
restful picture and good l do not think
tudI III al tBt 0uTIDR " UlSu
Trent had been Col. Cranston's guest-or
boarder. in reality, though "bearder" was
ali unknown word in the Colonel's vocabu-
lary-the young fellow had realized how
good, how restful and satisfying his sur
roundings really were.
The light feet tripped up on 10 the broad
yeranda and came quickly down the hall,
the heavier tread following more deliber-
ately. Old Lion, having discharged his duty
of escortipg master and mistress safely to
the house, turned off TO attend to other busi-
ness. The girl appeared at Dicks door, her
eyes ashine and her lips parted with eager
ness
Oh, Dick" she cried, joyously; {" it has
come-the check from the new magaZinel
Oh. know it is check without opening
the envelope; and / was right, Mr.. Richard,
when i insisted that you send something to
them. l knew you could please them i
couldn't wait when ] found the letter at the
postofice, aud just made papa come home at
once TO hear the good news"
Yes, subj" said Col. Cranston; "she
made me run like school-boy. What do
you think of that?"
Now, papa .
Well, well Possibly put it a little too
strongly; but | assuah you Dick, that she
positively made me hurry"
And why not, papa? Wasn't the good
news sufficient to warrant little haste? 1t
isn't every day that we get an acceptance
from a new market for our stories"
Our stories Come come, young lady!
Pray, who wrote that wonderful tale?"
Oh, Dick did-or, rather Richard Pome-
roy Trenf-but / aided and abetted him;
didn't |, Dick? And / urged, commanded,
and entTeAted by turns till he had submit
ted it TO the new magazine. For Dick needs
my advice; don't you, Dick?"
Yes, TO both questions, Hope" answered
Dick. " You certainly did aid and encour-
age me very much, and surely need advice
often"
"There, papa, there!" smiled the girl,
triumphantly.
This lituhrary partnuhship" began the
Colonel, with mock gravity, " is D.
of course it is, papa" broke in the girl,
gaily. "Of course we are partners-Dick
and /. He provides the brains and does the
work, and furnish the enthusiasm and do
the worrying"
81 have noticed as much" answered the
old man. "EvGh since you have been with
us, Dick, it has seemed as if this young lady
has taken more intuhrest in youh work than
you have youhself. Why, sub, she has pes
tuhed the life half out Of me with huh con-
tinual lituhrary gabble. How did l like