The Penn's Grove record., 1895-09-06

Phllistine spirit changes Its sin &c
that Of the discoveHer Of America
Theirs we're two great a~partTnsnt house,
opposite sseh other, withthe constant
roar aud JERK OF the elevated rost
lying between. Workmen had beeI
coming aud going upon n thlrc
tall white building on an oppUsiti
corner, with an empty lot lying ad
iacant, and boys of his wi age has
been playing IN there, playing all sort
of tantslizing games, ever since vii
bur Clint had moved into the fiftl
qat.
He Hsed 10 stand at the window il
his nighteown aud look at them Fl,
wore his nightgown half the day some
hines, because it seemed so senseissi
TO dress himself when he could not &c
out. His mama gave him his bath au6
bucked him into bad at night, ana
shen in the morning, long before be
waa No, sue took the elevated snC
want away down town to a magazine
Office where she read stories which
other people wrote, and patiently
seaLsd them up again and sent them
back TO the writer's.
Sometimes her heart used to ach
at the old fashioned, provincial views
Of life which 30 many Of the stories
showed. Whsn Wilbur's mamma, sit
ting shers At her desk, IN her neat
black gown, hssifated over q page Oh
spidsry writing and smiled 4 little ai
the corners OF her mouth, it vas q cer.
tain sign that she mad found another
love story, told i'll the good old way,
where cruel fats hsd at last allowed
the lovers tn dv into each other
rnls, and they made their exit amid 8
shower Of RIGA to the tune OF Wedding
SeIls, siieir s0rrovs ended forever.
81 do wonder, she said to hersel
AZ her pen hung over the sI-
shog'B address shs was putting
upsn one Of these mAnuseriprs
one day, chow 4 Mrs eTer came
30 write Mch s story IS thst. WE'LL
wslli May bs her husband died OF
sheie honeymoon, poor thing!"
Ona day the editor Of the magazine
Who wan y very busy man indeed,
same into the tiny little room where
hin rs&dsr sat, snd fumbled over some
OF the thick packages which were piled
al about.
Mrs. Clint, hs ssid, "ars all th
story w7ttars getting cynical? What
~ the mBttsr? It seems to me we
hayeu'b had . really cheerful tale foJ
sx months"
Mrs. Clint used To think n great deal
shout hei little boy As she went up
and dov u cn TING elevated, aud as she
sas by tie. iamp and darned his little
stocking Ui night, or lay with his
curly LITTLE mead upon ner arm. She
looked ~ In snxlouslY to see if he
vera az lgS pals with the coniDe-
msnS. She kncw that it was all wrong,
but she knew no. other way. A little
lad Of Ave- couid not he allowed out on
ihs street by himself.
Sometines she TOO saw the bow
playing on the vacant Loo where the
Builders piled their waste. They used
10 take An old TIN pail and build q fire
In it, and swing it in q blazing circle
about them, and then Mrs. Clint would
shudder all over, and make Wilbur
promise that he would level go ont
Jone.
4 The fst WAS a little more expensive
than H.: Clint could rightly afford,
but sh; bad taken it because the
janitor's -lfe wss an old acquaintance,
an old servant III the boarding house
where Mrs. Clint had lived when she
bad firsj come to New York, q fresh
oountrJ s:>i with an ambition to write
for the magazines. She had had a
numbs- III tories accepted, had done
all SORT. q! work for syndicates and
newspapers, and had gone to the
theatre with nice, ambitious young
nevsisEpr men, who threw work in
her W., aud told her stories OF
prominent people and their humble
beginnings. And then finally she had
married one of the most ambitious OF
them, and had gone to Paris with him
for q year, and had been delightfully."-
happy.
They had gone to all the place,
there artists and writer's had dis.
covered the unusual and the pictur-
,squs. They had had a little apart.
nent up under the roof with = wide,
vide window looking ont over all
Paris; and there had been Azsleas in
pots on the sill. and gay cushions on
the couch beneath, aud young Mrs.
Clint had wondered if there were eveI
two people in all this world 80 happy.
1t was here that Wilbur had been
born, aud two months later they were
called back to America by the paper
Clint worked for. A Presidentia.
camnaIgL was just coming on. and .
wOTNer like Clint was needed. It v .
summer, hot, close summer, and Gin
took Lila wife and baby down 10 Lor
Island TO a little town "sweptb by ocean
breezes," AS the pulsing electric
letters at Madison Square announced.
He came down every night when he
could, but there were a great many
things to keep him in town, aud he
had to makea great many journeys
abont the country to hear what party
'eaders had to say about it.
After the close compsnionship o
this last year, Mrs. Clint missed her
husband terribly. She was a little
nervous and inpatient, and sometimes
she said 80. The hot weather and the
constant strain had worn Clint's own
nerves to rags. And he had never
known how TO be soothing. He only
sat by the open window, in his shirt
sleeves, and smoked a cigar and looked
al the sea, until Mrs, Clint told him
that Cigar smoke would kill the baby.
Then he went down stairs and looked
at the sea from the bow Of a besched
dory. His wife began to ask why she
couldn't go about with him as she used
10 do.
Two people can go anywhere"
Clint said, ''but two people and q baby
can go about nowhere"
And then sue told him that she al
knew hs was staying away be-
eausc the bay bored him. Oh, il
AAd all been midsummer madness