Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-09-29

and the general makeup of its occu-
pant with one comprehensive sweep Of |
her clear blue eyes, and then said,
simply
talk to you a little while about this
last letter you wrote me"
There was but trace of his former
reserve left and he took her hand i'm
pulsively
Il am glad to see you, he said. with
a smile-the best part of Jesse Arnold
was his smile-'are you willing to let
me be your doctor and take my pre-
scriptions faithfully"
mo" she said, flushing slightly I'M
der his close scrutiny. q don't think
am. You don't understand" she went
on earnestly, encouraged by his look
Of friendly interest Il don't suppose
there are any men that are absolutely
perfect, but l have my ideal Of what
man should be and put him body and
soul into my Story of the Steamer
Kendrlck.' l don't think that | am
over optimistic when I say that I be-
lieve with all my heart that such men
live and that you and l have met them
and can point them out
He shook his head in quiet contro-
version of her theory, She waited
moment for him to speak, then ex-
claimed impatienUy:-
Well, why don't you say some
thing?'
Because" he answered, Naning far
! back in his creaking chair and clasp
ing his hands behind his head, 81 see
! quite plainly that whatever argument
| I may present it will only antagonize
/ you. You may know such men as you
! depict; and my experience has been in
FINELY more varied than yours. /
know you viii not heed me, but re-
/ peat that it viii not pay You to live 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 mod
ell, and you will be on the right track. "
You have only one view, and,
though it may be right, l feel as
though l should be giving up the best
| part Of myself to sacrifice my opinion
to yours she said, with that touch OF
wisdom she had lately assumed. But
suppose" she continued, that if my
stories are up to the standard you Will
not decline them on account OF that
one technicality.'
he smiled again. NO he said,
mot on that account
To have one article printed. though
il be I'm the IrOnton Inland Weekly
does not give unquestioned entry into
the columns of every other periodical
in the country, and for many months
after the appearance Of her first story
Esther Lindsay plodded YEARLY over
her literary way, which was an up
| hill. sinuous path. A score Of UNI
fortunate tales were added to the un-
published library in the bureau draw
err before she found an outlet for hel
ideas a second time Then followed
five years of ups and downs. No liter
airy aspirant ever had a more jealou.
guardian than she had in Jesse Ar
mold. He exalted in every victory she
achieved and deplored every defeat
she met as keenly as though IL hao
been his own. and then one day, When
some unexpected turn of ill-luck made
her despair of trying to push on turth'
en- in the course had mapped out tol
herself he capped the climax OF his
sympathy and interest by asking hel
to marry him.
IL was a surprise to her, and sh'
promptly refused him.
Il never expected this from you,
she said, trying to temper his dismis
sal with a kind of an apology, you
who know me so we'll You may cal
me a dreamer, an idiot, if you like, bu
I have my ideal still. and. unless / fine
him In real life, ] shall never marry.
I'm afraid You will always stay sin
gle then" he rejoined, sharply. 81
thought, judging by your later writ
ing. that YOU had commenced 10 hole
common sense views on some things
but ! suppose / am mistaken. Tot
may change your mind yet
"You shall never know it if I do.
she fared out. angrily, and that ended
the first chapter of their own romance
The outcome of this pre-matrimonia
venture had been a bitter disappoint-
ment to Jesse Arnold. BE went back
to the Office of the Ironton Inland
Weekly and tried to deaden his griei
i'm the duties and responsibilities de-
]
| great publication, and she. realizing
something of how deeply she hao
wounded him tried to forget her pity
for him and to work out her own sal
walton. and his as we'll by writing
with renewed energy. Gradually hel
| stories took on a tone of reality anC
broad sympathy with humanity, and
! gradually her merit began to receive
| RECOGNITION. She never sent any OF
her work to the Inland Weekly fOI
publication after that one unhappy in
/ cident which left the friendship that
had existed between her and its editor
partially wrecked. and he only knew
her progress through the magazines
to- which she had become a frequent
contributor
He watched with particular interest
the evoluti0ns OF the character of her
heroes. The June issue OF a we'll
known monthly contained a story that
made his pulses thrOb and culver with
hone and Joy. He left the Inland
Weekly i'm charge Of a subordinate for
a few days and went down to sec
/ Esther Lindsay
when y0u wrote this last story you
Steamer KendricI your hero was your
ideal of mankind was he not?' he ask
ed as soon as he could speak to her
! alone
"Yes." she said, softly
and you were determined that, if
I Won failed to- find such creation in
+ real lie. YOU would never marry
Yes again.
'When YOU wrote hits last story You
had evidently experienced a change OF
heart and mind2'
Again the monosyllabic reply.
..x-n,.Il tnn mind rolling me whore