The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1895-10-13
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FOUND HIS LOVER.
Ava Blanche sat mt her own window looking
nfar off ut the green trees TINT was waving
their green mnntlcs t;milly i'll reply to the
sitting sum- Her jasmincs, roses and other
flowers was just blooming, which filled the
air with their pleasant smells. The wind was
blowing her sunny hair very tc,ldcry. 1t was
now the last day of June. She SAW u tall fig
urc OF man appear i'll front of her with n
ticket in his hand. His eyes was as black as n
bead. Ava thought he would have made n
handsome photo. He stood ut the window for
Il moment till he caught Ava's eye, in his own
and then disappeared. Ava read the invita-
ton to her mother half an hour later. 1t WAS
mn invitation to DciiaTSmith's birthday party
Next day, the time set for the party, the same
man stood ut the gate awaiting Ava S arrival.
just as Ava came tripping along he made her
n pleasant bow. GOOD morning," he said
Good morning, Mr.. Boswell" said Ava.
Miss Della Smith said might have tho
pleasure of escorting you to the dinner pro-
vided you We're willing" "With pleasure"
said Ava. cts n pleasant day for u party
isn't it?" "Quite pleasant indeed. Icxpcct we
VIII have nice time today he said rs he
smiled courtoously. 81 anticipate such, said
Ava.
Why fritter away ones time reading
"The Prisoner of Zenda," written by
foreigner, while here in America we
have such pure Eastwood honey right
from the great natural North Carolina
pee gum VI 4ltcrdtuTe!
On first reading this chapter thought
detected an intimation of carefully con-
cealed humOr, but on meeting the au-
thor and talking with him saw at once
that such was not the case.
And what are your literary moth
ods?" l asked as passed tho pruncs to
him, for we Were at table in my own
home, and l believed that IL conversation
between two such men would read we'll
perhaps i'll piece 1 thought of writing
for the paper.
How do you think of so many things
to write, pray" I asked. helping myself
to another gourd of champagne for
IAN willing TO open anything when a
literary man comes to see me. Tell me
all about it, j" L said, emerging from the
gourd very much refreshed "How do
you live before you have these thoughts?
Do you live plainly, or can you cerebrate
on rich food?'
well" he said, "when 1 began
writing, was very poor and dieted
good deal, but now l eat everything that
l can get hold of, and then force myself
to write whether 1 feel like ii or not
Howclls and me are similar in regards TO
that. We don't believe in inspiration
much
What were tho circumstances under
which you wrote Oliver Boswell's
Courtship?' " asked.
well, l was feeling real good. I
don't know as could ever get off an
felt out Il sight.
"Of course you did not let it turn
your head when you awoke to find your
self famous?'
"Oh. my patience, no! I'm just the
same exactly. / laugh and cut up around
home all the time I'm the greatest
case to carry on ever you saw. Half the
time | forget that l wrote Oliver Bos-
wells Courtship' and other works.
And have You not been criticised by
the more ultra and puritanical for your
cflhand method of introducing Oliver
and tho heroine? You remember that 'he
stood at the window for moment till
he caught Ava's eye in his own and then
disappeared.
"Thc next day" said 1, giving him
the popes hose of the steer with some
bit Of chaif or other, she meets her and
says Good morning. whereupon Ava
says, Coed morning, Mr.. Boswell
Now, for amy one bnt green goods man
or rouo from Hcndersonville would say
that his manner was informal and dc
trop. One naturally exclaims while
reading it: All, there, Oliver Naughty,
naughty Ollie Did not some one make
this criticism III the Brevard Hustler!'
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