The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1894-11-14

DAYS that there is no market for
poetry or humorous articles. 1t
wasn't that, of course; butt thought
it would serve as an innocent ex-
,cuse. So now she has sent this, be-
cause told her, she says, that there
was no difficulty in finding an open.
ing for good fiction. "
"Your obvious reply is that those
very words condemn the chances OF
this precious production"
''She'd never forgive me if I said
that. I must get the thing pub.
lished somehow. What on earth
am to do?"
His friend reflected for some min
utes in silence. Then curious
smile came over his face. Clearly,
my dear Vaughan, the thingis hope
less as it stands. But if you are de-
termined TO get it published, the
only way is to rewrite it entirely"
eyes, that might do" said
Vaughan, 'but wouldn't Mabel be
offended if we tampered with her
work?"
s'Not half so much as if you SIM
ply returned it as worthless. The
joy of seeing her name in print will
quite atone for everything. Come
along; hand me over a pencil and q
piece of paper and we will start at
once. We won't make more changes
than are necessary, but just put q
little aavoring of humor and cyni-
cism, and brighten up the whole
thing bit, and then I'll undertake
to get Johnson (of the Sentinel, you
know to publish it. ("
"It's awfuIly good Of you," said
Vaughan. II don't see that I can
do anything else. And / can put
down the necessity for the changes
we make to the uneducated taste of
the British public. But I'll leave the
alterations to you'll haven't the
heart for the work"
Every well, but don't say any,
thing to Mabel aboutit till the thing
Is published. Just tell her that it has
been accepted, and she will be per-
fectly happy"
Now I wonder" remarked Ensor
to himselfon his way home, whether
this is selfshness or altruism. Sure
ly it is altruism, for Vaughan isn't
bad fellow, but be will hate me like
poison for at least o year after this.
So I am really sacrificing myself in
order to prevent his marrying that
atrocious girl, whose taste is as de-
fective as her grammar. Anyhow,
I'll make those alterations to-mor-
row, and I think, Reginald Vaughan,
my boy, that they will save you from
the horrors of matrimony."
Some three weeks later Vaughan
found the following letter on his
breakfast table:
mo. 7OO QUEENS GATE, s. W.-Dear Mr..
Vaughan: have seen to-day the copy OF tho
Sentinel. which contains what purports to be
my story. You will hardly be surprised, I
think, to learn that you are henceforth to con-
slider our engagement as absolutely broken Oh.
You will hardly be surprised, soy, for this
was evidently your purpose in turning my
story into ridicule, as you have done. But you
might, think, have found o more gentlemauly
way OF doing this. You have put vulgar comic
speeches into the mouths OF my pathetic char.
acters; you have turned my hero into COW
ardly cynic, and MY heroine into modern ad-
ventures. In short, you have mode me figure
as the author OF disgusting. modern and
wicked tale, instead Of true romance.
"Please do not trouble to answer this note: I
Shall burn any letters you send me unread
And the servants have orders not TO admit you
to stis house IN future. Believe me, yours
truly, MABEL LAWRENCE"
ooJo, p1o III, nd W,i&a