The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1895-10-10
BY SOME ONE.
CHAPTER I.

FOUND HIS LOVER.
Ava Blanche sat at her own window, locking
afar OF at the green trees that was waving
their green mantles timidly in reply to the
sitting sun. Her jasmines, roses and other
flowers was just blooming, which flied the
air with their pleasant smells. The wind was
blowing her sunny hair very tenderly. 1T was
now the last day.0f June. She saw tall fig
ure OF q man appear in front of her with a
ticket in his hand. His eyes was as black as a
bead. Ava thought he would have made a
handsome photo. He stood at the window for
a momenttil he caught Ava's eye in his own
and then disappeared. Ava read the invita-
ton to iher mother half an hour later. It was
an Invitation to Della Smiths birthday party.
Next day, the time set for the party, the same
man stood at the gate awaiting Avass arrival.
just as Ava came tripping along he made her
"Good morning, Mr.. Boswell said Ava.
't,Miss Della Smith said might have the
pleasure of escorting you to the dinner, pro-
vided you were willing !" with pleasure, -
said Ava. '"It's a pleasant day for a party,
isn't it?""Quite pleasant indeed Iexpect we
will have; a nice time today he said as he
smiled couTteously. II anticipate aaach,'' said
Ava.
Why fritter away ones time reading
''The Prisoner of Zenda," written by a
foreigner, while here in America we
have such pure Eastwood honey right
from the great natural North Carolina
bee gum, Of literature?
Dn firstreading this chapter a thought
Idetecteda an intimation of carefully con-
cealed humor, but on meeting the au-
thor and talking with him SAW at once
thst such was not the case.
land what are your literary meth
ODE" I asked as I passed the prunes to
him, for we 'were at table in my own
home, and Iibelieved that conservation
between two such men would read we'll
perhaps in a lpiece thought of writing
for the paper.
.'How; do you think of SO manynhings
to write, pray?"I asked. helping myself
to another ,gourd of champagne, for I
am willing to open anything when a
literary'man comes to see me. ''Teu me
all about it, - Isaid, emerging frenn the
gourd very much refreshed. 1'How do
you live before you have these thon&hts?
Do yen live plainly, or can you cerehzate
ON rich tfood?''
WELL" he said, when I hexan
writing. was very poor and dieted "a
good deal, hut now u eat everythingN1aat
I can get hold of, and then force myself
to write whether I feel like it or mot.
Howelb and me are similar in regards to
that. We don't believe in inspiration
much. -
What weyetthe circumstances under
which You wrote OLIVER Boswel1's
C3ouyfcI,in9S - n q EoI
swell, I was feeling real good. ]
don t know rs i could ever get of an
other work like it lis If / tried 40 times.
I felt out sight. -
''Of course You did not let it turn
your head when Nousawoke to find your
self famous?''
1'Oh. my patience, moi I'm just the
same exactly. ] laugh and cut np around
home all the time. I'm the greatest
case to carry on ever Weu saw. Halt the
time ! forget that wnote 'Olimer Bog
wells Conrtship' and other works -
I" And have you not been criticised by
the more ultra and paritasiod for your
o6hapd method Of introducing Oliver
and the,b heroine? You resnenaer that the.
.stood - the window for moment till
be caught AVIS eye in his own and then
dissppeessd. :
'sThA nsxt day.'' said /, giving him
the pope's NO. o{ the steer Win some
bit Of chan osther, .'he meets ter and
says Good morning. whereupon Ava
says, Coed morning. Mr. Boswell
Now, for any one but 4 green goods man