The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1894-03-16
HER NOM DE PLUME.

stand here alone-as much al N this
clear, cold winter morning as though til,
wastes of Sahara stretch out around me.
Yet am in pretty room-a Injurious
room-with a glorious fire glowing in
the silver barred CRATE and the curtains
Of frosty lace half obscuring the outside
world. A room with warm crimson
carpet, a jardiniere Of blooming plants,
redbird swinging idly to and fro in it's
gilded cage, piano in the corner and.
pictures on the walls, and books-booka
everywhere.
This is my especial sanctum, my own
den, whittier retreat from the storms
of the world, the cold, pitiless blasts Of
adversity-and find peace. Yet am a
woman-a sensitive, imaginative WON
an-and if sometimes a tiny touch OF
discomfort starts into my heartra feel
ing of loneliness-it surely need not con-
Germ any one but myself. MAN was not
made to live Alone" and, for the matter
of that, neither was woman. Yet
better lonely, single life than an I'M
happy double existence. So say as go
over to my desk and seat myself for the
daily grind"
First l will introduce myself. My
name is We're st. Adams Hale, and am
a newspaper correspondent, writer of
magazine articles and everything else in
the imagination line for which can find
sale. The reader must not object to Tie
implied inference that the newspaper
correspondent is to be classed with writ
ers of fiction. Yet whence do they CLEAN
all their scraps Of wonderful informa-
tionp
For long time have been writing
articles for leading magazine under a
masculine nom de plume-Vere st. AL
bans-which is an abbreviation of my
own given name attached to my second.
To my surprise, the articles have been
received with far more appreciation than
I had dared to hope for, and that fact,
accompanied by liberal checks, has
proved very pleasant episode in my
hardworking EXISTENCE This morning
as seat myself at my desk preparatory
to coming down on the days work like
the traditional wolf on the fold am in
terrupted by the appearance of my own
servant girl with fair, open counte.
nance and general vacuity.
"Well, Abby" observe, a, little tes-
lily, for she is transgressing well
known rule regarding the interrupting
Of my work, what is it?''
please, miss" lin solemn voice,
which somehow provokes me to SMILEY,
there's a lady-that is to say, girl--in
the deception room"
A small antechambr where my stray
visitors are first received before being
welcomed into the sanctum. l smile q
little more.
Reception room. Abby" correct Sc
verely, but feeling an irresistible desire
to expand the smile into laugh.
"What is her business?"
"Oh, she wants to see Mr.. We're st. Al
bans = that's the very name, miss
proudly. "I've said it over and over
till know it's right"
sMr. We're St. Albansr'
Irepeat the name-the unlucky name
lin bewildered way.
"What does she wish of himr'
Abby courtesies.
"Please, miss, l don't know. But she's
a-carryin little book in her hand. No,
!. miss, she's not book agent, 'causa
asked her. She's college girl, sho says,
and-and-I believe it's some writing
she wants DONE"
/ arise in mock resignation. did have
an idea-a bright and brilliant idea-in
my brain when seated myself at my
desk this morning. 1t has flown now
I Will it ever return?
1 take myself into the reception room
and find my visitor, a pretty littleschool
girl, overdressed and laden with school
books Conspicuous on the very top lie:
a velvet bound volume. Yes, have
seen such volumes before, many time
and off," and it does not require 81,
word Autographs in huge, gilt lettl Z
to explain its mission. She arises at once
Pardon me for intruding." she bc
gins, "but have Senturcd to call to r.
quest the autograph of the great write,
We're St. Adams. Will you kindly inter
cede in my behalf, madam. aud be.
him to write in my album
There is the situation in nutshell
She believes We're St. Adams to be /
man, and she wants Lis i.lu4trious auto
graph. Well, the very easiest way il
the world to get it over with and to b,
at liberty to return to my days work a
the desk is to grant her request.