The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1894-01-06

a 'a"c her ADDRESS? She may not ca
again. l guess she will, though. ft
she seems to have the literary fever !
mild form. Let's see-I didn't ma
much attention to her poem---too bus
a observing the color of her eyes. Som,
thing about spring--like most of til
rest of them"
He read it critically.
. Not SO bad" was his common,
considerably above the average for
beginner. 1t is commonplace, how
ever; too much So to publish. But.
VIII never do to refuse it, for II / d,
she will be mortally offended, no doubt
and will not see her again. 1 mus
make her acquaintance"
Il thought all editors were old an,
cross" Elaine observed to Miss Wilson
her dearest FRIEND" that evening.
well, aren't they?" asked Miss Viii
son.
No, l took that poem on Spring
to the editor of the Monthly Messenge
to-day, and he's young man
and as nice as he can be- He seemed
very much interested while read tn,
poem to him, and said it was ever SC
pretty. He asked me to call again,
too' and said ! seemed 10 possess tai
ent.'
Perhaps he was more interested in
you than in your poem," Miss Wilson
sagely remarked. "It's lucky you tool,
1T instead of sending it."
why, what an idea," said Elaine,
blushing.
When she went again to the Office OF
the Monthly Messenger, few davs
later. the editor greeted her with a
smile.
Il have accepted your poem, Miss
Gray" he said. "You write well for a
beginner"
THANK you," she said, gratefully,
am very much encouraged"
But l warn you," he continued.
that to succeed as an author requires a
great deal of hard work and much per-
severance, and even those who have
become celebrated in letters often
question If their success is worth what
it COST
'Oh, L never expect to become IA
nous, said Elaine, innocentIy. 81 will
just write n little occasionally for the
pleasure of writing"
by the way" said Mr. Winthrop.
hoping to divert her newly-awakened
literary energies into another channel,
can you not contribute to our House
hold or 'Fancy-Work' departments,
Miss Gray?"
well, perhaps" she said with some
hesitation Mamma flatters me by
saying am something of housekeep-
er, and | might give you my recipe for
making the crullers that papa appre-
ciates so highly, And then am doing
little fancy work, and if you care 20
have me l 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" I
True, but this is humdrum world. |
Miss Gray. Where there is one who
will read poem there are ten who will
read receipt for making crullers" /
But prefer the appreciation of the
one who reads the poem to that of the
ten who read the receipt I
If the receipt is good one the
,rullers will be appreciated, even if the
author is not, and, besides, they may
furnish inspiration for poem from
'ome grateful epicure." /
Your argumentsare unanswerable."
aid Miss Gray, laughing. "Thc crul-
ers win the day." I,
Each month after this Elaine con- [
to the Monthly Messenger
ew directions for fancy work or one or
wo of her choice cooking receipts for
he was, thanks to her wise mothers {
uition. an eminently practical young |
ady, and well-skilled in all that goes i
o make a woman's education COM l
lete. n
AS for Mr.. Winthrop. the girl. SO G
weet and womanly, grew very dear
indeed to him, and became the bright f
enter around which revolved all his t
opes and ambitions. Love with How ?
I'd Winthrop was no light matter. AS d
ne ocean is stirred by tempest, SO his d
allure was moved to it's profound n
epths by his love for Elaine c
1t was May. A little party had ex- v
hanged for few days the gray city Il
'r the sweet, green country, and b
nong them were Mr.. Winthrop and /
laine a
ut makes me feel like writing spring o
oetry," said the girl, as the two were
rolling over the verdant meadows
By the way, Mr. Winthrop, you never
iblished that poem gave you year o
70. don't believe you intended to-
this last with charming pout. !,
mo, reserved it for better fate. !" =,
as the grave reply. Z,
And what is that, pray?" she asked. m
ut is this" he said, taking from an II
ner pocket the crumpled manuscript. h;
have carried it near my heart" w
She blushed, but turned the subieok 10
ide with a laugh 10
why couldn't you publish this and u,
ep the receipt for crullers, if you de- or
ed toto honor me in that way?" de
Because it was through this came Sc
know you," he said, in a voice that
de her suddenly serious. re
She had taken the manuscript, and an
ne penciled lines on the back at uT
cted her attention. She read this: ha
,e woods and fields from sleen have snrn,r | tn