Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1895-06-23
ALL For LOVE.

euge OF his bed and gazed In dismal
despair at the upturned sole OF his
boot.
on the table lay an almost completed
novel. whose progress had received
dual check. Firstly the supply OF pa
per had become exhausted. which. sec
ondly, allowed the author time TO think /
OF the woman he loved; and this always 1
made him SO utterly miserable that he |
could not bring his thoughts to bear |
upon anything but the apparent hope
lessness OF the state OF man.
We'll. Brandon, my boy" he unused |
bitterly. you've reached the end at
last Assets. 10 cents: liabilities, an
empty stomach and a landladys bill
for $780,"
The end OF the month found him in
worse plight than ever. Something
had to be done. that was very plain;
but what? He sat down at the table to
think the matter over. though he had
done so before many times. There must
be way out of the pickle somewhere
but where?
He had thought OF suicide before. but
he was young and chung to life, bad as
IL was; living mots on hope than sub
stance.
The only other alternative was star
walton. and this he considered worse
stu. He could not have labored manu-
ally, II he had got work to do. for hav-
ing been born in the purple, he had
always counted poverty out of his
life. so had learned no trade. He
dropped into his chair again and picked
up the manuscript of his novel. How
beautifully smooth II read what a
grand plot 1t was; and what charac-
Yer was the poor struggling, ambi-
tious-loNing journalist-'AFi
Fool" All II he could but finish 1t,
No moro starvation. no more lying to
widow landladies, no more dreaming
of the woman he loved but would not
marry.
While he sat thinking OF what might
be there came knock at the door, so
timid that he did not notice IL until II
was repeated thrice.
THE landlady," he thought without
rising.
However. II was not the portly form
Of the widow that met Brandons gaze
when the door opened. but sweet little
vision OF girl enwrapped in sables.
He started TO his feet, with an eXcla-
nation. as she came into the room,
the smile on her face lighting up the
apartment like ray of summer sun
/ shine.
MY dear Minnie" he cried, as he
offered her chair and relieved her
| of her nun and boa. what In the
| world induced you to come here?"
curiosity and-loVc; but
"Curlosityl Seven-eighths OF n
woman's nature, IL has ruined many Il
woman and"
Now IT'S going to save a man" she
| lnterposed, with Il smile, which died
1 from her eyes as she glanced around
the room. You don't appear to he
very comfortable, and no fire. You
Lat " ~ -
your fortune. That Is not true"
Brandon was seated on the edge Of
the table looking at nothing In partieu-
lar.
Perfectly" he answered. shifting
uneasily. only, you know, Minnie,
it's slow work; there are so many at
the game and never was clever
you have grown pessimlstic. Poor
Brandonw and she caught his hands
How cold you arel Why don't you
have n hre?"
The author did not answer.
"Oh, l understand" she said, In a
low, sympathetic voice. mo wood
no Goals. no money, eh2" apd she
caressed his hand fondly. You have
not made much progress on the roya
road"
Don't you understand Minnie.
have endeavored to earn my own liv'
ing honestly, endeavored to be indie
]
continue so. There are enough para
sites In the world 1t has been n bit
OF a struggle, III admit. but / have
grown accustomed to It,"
Brandon" was Minnie's solemn re-
, Spouse. II want to show you the follS
OF your independence Did you thlnl
. could not read between the linei
OF your letter to me? a man who I
. making his fortune. or who IL carninl
, a living and has hopes for the future
does not implore the woman he love
to forget him and marry some othe
! man. Brandon, you do love me?' Sh
. placed her hands upon his shoulder
and looked up into his face,
: He shut his eyes for n moment, hi
| lips quivered. and he did not speak, blu
! he smoothed her fair hair softly.
"Then you will come away with me,
J she pleaded "You win sink your fool
ish spirit of pride and independence
and make me a happy woman" an
\ she nestled her head on his arm.
= mot long ago, when you were rlci
. you loved me, and we We're to be maj
: ried; but when you lost your all |
those wretched companies, you woul
not be my husband, though my forum
is ample for both
$ 81 wish could swallow my wretche
e pride, but / cannot / could not liv
L on your money In your house. My In
r most feelings would cry shame at m,
!. my position would be unbearable."
u Minnie shivered.
e ''You are oold?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Well, you had better be going" an
r he handed her her furs, ut In so kin
4 and good OF you, Minnie but--but L
: try d little longer for that fortune
i and the ghost OF a smile fingered o
Q his face for an instant.
+ 81 suppose I could not help you
|. any way Brandon? May leave m
n check-bookY'
. The question was put very hesita
: ingly, and while the inner man erie
: "Yes." in piteous accents the OUT
a gentleman declined the kind offer wit
d courteous flrmness.
II have read several OF your sho
Stories" Minnie said. AS she pulled {
her gloves, "and think they are real
t clever. But you ought TO try som
e thing big--a three-volume novel"
e "They are going out Of fashion. an
l. besides, they take such time. on
n can seribble of short stories like nu
Is sery rhymes, and the return Is quick
e He referred 10 the return OF the ma
& uscrlpts. she thought he meant pa
e "Rut here" he went on rapidly, golr
lie to the table and taking up his unh
is ished book--"here is n novel ha'
d almost completed. None OF your ORD
l. nary drivel, but realism. and that
IN the demand OF the hour. IL viii n
n be more than 10000 words. and
IT confident OF It's success.
N when Won finish your book. Bra
ls don" she advised. send II to Irvine
10 IRVINE They win publish It IN The
10 'Nom-de-plume series. You win ha
~ an eccentric. ldiotic poster all to you