The morning times., 1895-07-23

such men as you depict; do not, and my
experience has been infinitely more varied
than yours j know you viii not heed me,
but repeat that il VIII not pay you to 1--we
in world peopled only by ideals You
must associate with the real Take some
man OF your acquaintance. study him: take
human nature for your model and you
will lie on the right track"
- ! on have one view and though itnaay be
right feel as though / should be giving up
the best part OF myself to sacrifice my opin-
ion TO yours she said, with that touch OF
wisdom she had lately assumed. '.ButIsup-
pose she continued, that II my stories are
up to the standard you will not decline them
on account OF that one technicality."
He smiled again. NO" ne said, not on
that account"
To have one article printed, even though it
be iu the IroDton Inland Weekly, does not
give unquestiODed entree into the columns OF
every other periodical in the country and for
many months a4ter the appearance or her
first story, Esther Lindsay plOdded wearily
over her literary way, hwich was auup-hill,
siDUoUS path. a score OF unfortunate tales
were added TO the unpublished library IN the
bureau drawer before she found an outlet
for her ideas a second time. Then followed
five years Of ups and downs No literary
aspiraut ever had a more jealous guardian
than she had in Jesse Arnold. He exulted
in every victory she achieved and deplored
every defeat She met as keeDly as though
il had been his own and then one day when
some unexpected turn OF jIl4uck made her
despair Of trying TO push on further in the
course she had mapped out for herself hs
capped the climax OF his sympathy aud
/ interest by asking her TO marry him
1t was surprise TO her aud she promptly
refused him.
II never expected this from you, f." shesaid.
trying TO temper her dismissal with a kind
Of au apology, you, who know me so well.
You may call me i dreamer. an idiot, If YOU
Ike, but / have my ideal still, and unless
/ find MIN in real life I shall never marry"
I'm afraid you viii always stay single
then" he Tej0ined sharply Il thOughtS
Judging by your later writing that you had
commenced TO hold COmmOn-SeDSe views on
some things but 1 suppose am mistaken.
/ You may change your mind yet"
You shall never know 1t II / do, Shs
/ flared out angriiy, and that ended the first
! chapter of their own romance.
The outcome of his pre-na natrinOniaI ven
tuTe had been a bitter disappointment "a
Jesse Arnold He went back 10 the office Of
the Ironton Inland Weekly and tried to
deaden his grief in the duties and RESPONSE
bilities devoIvinG upon the editOT-ln-Chlef OF
great publication. and she, realizing SOmef
thing OF how deeply she had wounded himt
tried To forget her pity for him and TO work
I out her own salvation and his as well. by
writing with renewed energy Graduallyhef
stories took on a tone OF reality and broad
I sympathy with humanity and gradually bel
| merit BEGAN to receive general recognition
She never sent any OF her work 70 the
/ Inland Weekly for publication after that one
! unhappy incident which left the fiendt
shin that had existed between her and it1
/ editor partially wrecked, and he only knew
/ her progress through the magazines, ia
/ which at last she had become frequent
] contributor.
( He watched with particular interest thS
| evolutionof thechara Ofher heroes. Ths
/ JuneissueOra a awelI-knownmonthlyco ycontained
] a story that made his pulses tbrob anu
/ culver with hope and Joy. He left tha
/ Inland Weekly in charge OF subordinate
/ for a few days aud went down TO see Esthef
/ Lindsay
/ When YOU wrote your Story Of the
| Steamer KendriCk your hero was your
\ ideal of mankind, was he nOt2' he asked
! as soon as he could speak 10 her alone
Yes she said softly.
/ "And YOU were determined that II you
/ failed TO find such CREATION IN real life
/ you would never maTry?
! Yes" again.
| when YOU wrote this last story you
| had evidently experienced a change OF
4 heart and mind"
| Again the monosyHahic reply.
/ would YOU mind telling me where you
I got your idea of the man therein de-
scibed?"
No" she said, defiantly; mot in the
least l painted my imaginary character
! as 1 remembered YOU that day when L
first saw you in your office at IrOnton.
You ought TO recognize him; there is the
| same crooked nose. the same unruly hair,
/ the same smile, the SANE sunlit window
! at YOUR back. You told me then to take
/ a friend-sOmeoue fun of iIuperfectOns,
it might be-and study hEm and make him
/ a model for my hero. ] have done so"
! He leaned forward and looked INTO her
/ pretty blue eyes.
And he is your ideal2H he asked
| Yes, - she said once more.