The sun., 1896-09-20

pages Of II were already IN type; that three OF
ass had wSsSS = aoJ
that the Ypesotters were waiting for more
Sopyi that the tsavsllsS agent: 9t were sending
thing must be done at any sacrlnco. :-1:was
drained bsaSsP Of y coffee. S lighted a fresi
| cigar. The publisher was urgent; ne was per
He liked tie pages arsady in print, they we're
%ss, l. SsSs ,SmsSG% e sS%soy ssIS SS
yet more iS an RSSc,so se. Of enemy
pleasant; he w was fnii of determination. I
vs aim S o Ss .o s'Ss " Sh &
pard, the Philadelphia author. I must con-
reS io Se e" other ns me
Xttss an an hour, during, which Frightened
But how. after the previous weeks e1peri-
the mind changed. Promised tho pp oIisher
ssaret sas woSa "a once mSr Sn AZ he tGo
He had convinced me that the thing must be
done. he started for Philadelphia by tho
Late in the afternoon got despatch
from him that the printers were waiting for
copy, was at my foolscap before the de-
%heS Would be tST n s'P isHR
SedSr before >, ,midniGht ana put r type by day:
Scon ass of the
.,se mprs husg up dospstchss day
for. the next fortnight, day and night. coffee
and eraekers. cigars and fxed resolution.
ous hour. of the nightmare.
in the nrat; for at the H end d. Of Il three hundred
pages OF the book were in print. "A despatch
SSses Of 2o9 yn
stuck f. on the garret wall In front of my
table. Y revived my spirit every time |
Tho third week for the book came. AZ last
that Se sus and Sods saw 70 hept oS
box. had been burned 70 ashes. In the third
bet. Now for the struggle that ends ALI.
Only Only sixty pages: or about $4,000 words in
oan be done. Thero must Be no s more S sleep I'LL
the last chapter is sent TO Philsdelphia. place
10 eea men5 sn 70
last word OF the thirtieth chapter OF the book
was written aftor = hard niRht'r, work, while
WITH & a1d Sd tSs he emy
I rushed from tho garrett Of horrors at s |
o'clock fh on r 4f the summer morning. struck for
done Then proudy s1 nGl
the hall 20 n room which was lighted by the |
early sun. There cracked bottle Of |
extra dry, and We auaffed bumpers In honor |
of the book. The thing had been done. Then |
and there q white rose, which grew in fiov or |
pot on the window SILL broke into om and |
was piucked as n keepsake. Nature herself |
re1otced over tho event. Tho sparrows chir- |
ruppcd In tho foliage Of the trees that adorn
the plat behind the house. And did not the |
morning stars sing together when they saw
- Ftnis' on the last page of the manuscript
The publisher at PHILADELPHIA. o city OF satis-
factory character. was notified by telegraph,
and replied with CONGRATULATIONS.
In an hour was fishing for sea serpents
wife, not, however, as slept with the night
marc on that hard bench in the garret. stayed
In Mods land for days and nights and sprang
rom my couch on tho third morning ready
for any desirable contract that might be offered
by Phtladelphia publisher willing to pay o
copyright.
The publisher WAS pleased that he had beaten
his two rivals. and that his book was put on the
market and ready for delivery to the agents be-
Tore either of tho other stupid books OF his In |
competent competitors had been run off from
here end the tale of a book by remnrkine
hat it is nobodys business how many copies
u tt were sold, or whether the publisher grew
'fch out of itor whether the expec tations OF the
ravelling agents were realized. or how much
he author got from his copyright. All knowl-
,dge OF such matters must be reserved for the
publisher and myself.
Come what may,
Time and the hour run throu yh the toughest day."
JOHN SwINToN.