Cherry County independent. (Valentine, Cherry Co., Neb.) 18??-1896, 1896-04-02

banged the Drown paper parcel uoWu
viciously. He took up his pen, but not
to write. The thoughts would not be
led away from the recent interview. He
could not help laughing outright at
the quaint old lady and her squeaky
voice. Then he began to toy with the
parcel. Finally he opened it; there lay
the three stories neatly typewriter.
He looked for the authors name and
address. All that he could see imme-
diately under the title of each story
was BY Junita" No name, no ad-
dress.
We'll, this is the oldest experience
self. Then he thought he might as
we'll read one Of the stories. He did
so, and words of surprise and delight
kept rising to his lips. Then he read
the second, which gave him still more
pleasure. After reading the last one
he exclaimed:
by George! here's find. 'Junita,'
my friend, l lift my hat to you, meta
phorically speaking. You are a genius.
Ii you don't make your fortune, and
at the same time give the 'Chatterer a
big leg up, my name isn't Frank Hay
ler."
And after marking a big "a" on
each of the manuscripts he went out
to lunch.
When he returned he set to work
vigorously, and whether it was the
lunch or the satisfied feeling that he
had accepted something that morning
which would enhance the value of his
journal from literary point Of view
he knew not, but he certainly sur
prised himself at the excellent matter
that seemed to flow from his pen.
He wrote far into the afternoon.
When he had finished he proudly eX-
claimed:
There, if those articles don't put
some life in the thing, and if 'Junita's'
stories don't send up the circulation,
I'm Il Dutchman. Frank, old man."
he continued, as he slapped himself
complacently on the breast, 1.-The Chat
terer is going to boom large. know
it. feel it, 'Junita' has come in the
nick OF time. She has brought ME
luckr'
He went home to his bachelor cham
bers in an excellent frame of mind
After a light dinner he dressed very
carefully and took a cab to the Pan
theOn Theater, where he formed one
Of the large audience assembled to
witness the debut in London Of Miss
Agnes Trenderville, new actress from
the provinces, who had been spoken of
very highly wherever she had appear
ed. Frank was an enthusiastic first
nighter, for he had made up his mind
that the Chatterer should be we'll to
the fore in all dramatic matters.
He was delighted with the new ac-
tress. She was a revelation, and he
felt that he could honestly praise her
in the columns Of his next ISSUE AS
he strolled into his club, on his way
home from the theater, the first man
he met was Jimmie Fleet, the emf
nent dramatic critic, who greeted him
with:
"Well, Frank, old man, what do you
think of herr"
'Think of her, my boy? She's splen-
did"
$50 think. You mark my words,
she's the coming actress"
Coming, Jimmie. 1 should say that
she has arrived, very much so; and,
what is more, she has come to stay"
He was right. The new actress was
success from the very start. Inter-
views, portraits, sketches concerning
her appeared day after day in almost
every paper, and Miss Agnes Trender-
vile was the most talked Of lady in
London, while the Pantheon theater
was crowded to excess every night, a
thing that had not happened for many
months past.
Frank Hayler was fortunate enough
to be introduced to the eminent actress
a few days later at fashionable ''at
home" He was surprised to find how
unaSSuming, unaffected and distinctly
lady-like she was. What wonder that
he fell in love with her at first sight?
He was introduced to her as Mr.
Hayler, the editor of the Chatterer."
The new number Of the paper had
appeared that morning, containing an
exhaustive appreciation of the new ac-
tress, one of his own articles, and the
first of the stories of "Junita''
"Oh, Mr.. Hayler" was the remark,
'your paper interested me very much
this morning"
Il am very pleased to hear you say
that" he replied. II am glad you liked
my criticism on your performance"
II did not mean that. l do not take
much notice of the criticisms on my
acting-forgive me for saying so," as
she saw shade of disappointment pass
across Franks face, ''for where they
are all so good there is certain same
ness about them that just becomes a
wee bit monotonous."
''Yes, can quite believe that" was
all that Frank could say.
But what 1 was really interested in