The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-10-15


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made n great name, and he didn't want
it to be wasted. Anything with his
name on il would sell, and SO he wrote
all he could, and used up good deal OF
old stuff that nobody would buy before
he got to be famous"
"All recognized geniuses do that"
said /.
"Well, he died." continued Mrs.
Graves, "and there we were. 1t came
upon us very suddenly"
"We had hoped he might pull
through" said Grandfather Graves.
"Did he have any literary assistance
bcfore-before he died?" l asked.
'No," responded Mrs. Graves. "He
was always saying that he would find
some one, but he never did. When the
poor dear boy was gone we buried him
in the Peters cemetery. But we couldn't
let his name perish with him. Iappeal
10 you, sir; could weP"
Remember that he had n very large
family" said Grandfather Graves.
~ NhS ~ itiuk Sltudilou, du
mitted. "What did you do?"
"We sent for my nephew, Clarence"
replied Mrs. Graves.
"IIc is the young man who personsted
the Greenville doctor, I suppose" said l..
Eyes; that was Clarence" Mrs.
Graves responded. 'IIe was working
in q machine shop In Boston before he
n 1t,st ha'
would do, but there was nobody else in
the family whom we could trust.
Clarence had had good education, and
remembered that he had tried 20 get
work on n newspaper at one time.
Than, too, Bertram had once had lett
ter from him, and he said IL was n mas
terpiece."
''He wanted to borrow hundred dol
lars" said Grandfather Graves.
ave got him up here as soon as we
could" the lady continued, without no.
ticing the interruption, "and I've been
paying him twenty-five dollars n week
ever since. He's written n power of
stories in the last nine months. He
took naturally TO Bertram's handwrit-
ing. and besides we got him type
writer, which has helped him a good
deal"
At this moment hard peculiarly
hollow and mournful groan. Turning
quickly I perceived Clarence Graves,
who had softly stepped out upon the
veranda. His hair was in that disorder
which seemed natural 10 II. and OBJ
served that a spot upon the right side of
his bead was nearly bald. AS my eve
rested upon the'spot, he rubbed II with
a despniring gesture that seemed to be
hnbitual with him.
"I wish you'd left me In Boston," he
cried out 20 Mrs. Graves. ST wish was
working in = machine shop NJ dolla-
n cny. What had l done, that The Lord
should make q writer out of me?"
Tell me, my young friend said I,
"was IL you whom heard groaning in
the north room last night?"
"Of course IL was" he answered. "Do
] ever do anything else but groan? 1
was just finishing u story. But what's
the use? Ones no sooner done than an
others begun"
ut is the curse of literature" said I.
"By the way, thatwas clever letter you
wrote 20 me-"
"Oh, that was nothing" he rejoined.
Forgery is easy enough, and il don't lie
on my conscience. Butstories--"
He ended the sentence with groan.
"And now you know ALL" said Mrs.
Graves.
"Oh, please don't tell on usl" cried
Mrs. Dyer.
'If you do we shall all GO 30 the poor
house." added Craxdfuther Graves.
'Do not be alarmed" ] FASTENED 10
say. Far be IL from me 90 interfere
with your commercial arrangements.
As am in the business myself, it would
be distinctly unprofessional. Other
wise, the case has no moral aspect I
have never held II wrong 10 deceive the
public, and 20 cheat q publisher is =
virtue. shall simply recommend some
additional precautions. and then | shall
say no more on that matter. But there
Is n point upon which must insist.
Miss Enily Dyer Is n most deserving
young woman. and"
"Iou would recommend on allow
ence. suppose2'' said Mrs. Graves.
shall we say fifty dollars q week?"I I
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