St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1897-04-23

name was Margaret, and he told her
that had been his mothers name.
She was very glad, although she
scarcely knew why.
81 have several literary irons in the
fire." he said presently. land those
letters look like business. May |
open them? Thanks. Then, if the
news is good, you will be the first to
congratulate me; and if it is bad, it
will be some consolation to hear you
say: Poor dev'-l beg your pardon,
| mean poor fellow | have not
spoken to a lady for three years.
He opened the first letter.
Good" he said. "The Tip-Top
Magazine accepts Mr., Grigson's
serial the first instalment of which
will appear next month. That man
uscript has been lying at the office Of
'Tip-Top' for six months, and / have
written about it three times without
being able to elicit reply
Nothing succeeds like success
said Margaret. open the next"
He did so.
"StilI better" he exclaimed. 81
applied for post just vacant on the
staff of The Pulverizer.' 1t means
three hundred a year for a weekly
column of criticism. The last man
on the staff was a great swell, and
he gave it up because one of his own
books was smashed to atoms by
mistake in another part OF the paper.
Well, | have got the post"
"Splendid!" she said. "Now the
the last one"
BEST of ALL" he cried, as he
glanced through it. Because it
shows human nature in an agreeable
light. My publishers inclose a check
for 5000 in consideration of the phe-
nomenal success OF The Book, and
they will be happy to allow me to
make my own terms for the next one.
Margaret, | am waiting to be con
graduated"
He had called her by her Christian
name quite unconsciously.
She sprang to her feet, blushing
furiously, and began hunting for her
gloves.
II can't say halt | mean about it,"
she stammered. won't you take for
granted how glad | am? | must go
now; the evenings are long, but they
don't last forever. | want to thank
you, and | don't know how"
when may come to see your"
he asked, retaining her hand again
"Oh, never! l live in such a
wretched place, and you are among
the great ones of the world now, yor
know"
"Of course" he said coolly. II,
doesn't matter in the least whether
you give me your address or not
because l am going to escort yor
home, and then | shall find it out fol-
myself. Are you ashamed to be seer
with me? Wecould stop at tailor.
on the way, but there would be GER
tain dra wbacks to that compromise.
MY clothes are infinitely wors,
than yours" she said humblv.
Quite a different case" he assured
her. 81 believe you would look wei
dressed in 'gunny-sack.'"
Then they set out together. He die
not offer to take a cab. An hou
earlier he would have done so, Blu
he was comparatively speaking, ;
rich man now, and he dared not rul
the risk OF seeming to patronize he
poverty. She understood, and like,
him all the better for it.
This was day to be remembers,
in both their lives.
Three months later there was
much-talked-of little wedding break
fast at which most Of the guests wer
literary celebrities, but another inter
viewer wrote it up" for 9TH
Weekly Chatterer."
Jeremy had married Margaret
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