The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-28
Copyrighted. 1877. by Nora vynne.

inexneriencd; if she had not been utter
if she had not been utter
4rsamed of calling unbidden on the ed
L,or of the New Universe" for the New
inverse" put on a very great deal of side,
md the editor could not be seen without
u,ritten mandate, a sort of card to
s4ew" as if he were a house to let. But
gnorance knows no fear. Poor, shabby
haze Miss Skinner walked calmly into
he office and said, Il have come to see
h. Wentworth" and every one was so
much astonshed at her that she was
shown upstairs.
81 She had never in all her life seen an
8bditor. or offered story for
ale before; so she was quite
q aim and unembarrassed. She said
kimpy: Il have brought you a
tide story, and 1 thought I should like
10 read it to you, because then you would
know better what it is about"
The great man was absolutely speech
! less with amazement. and this, of course,
gaye Miss Skinner an opportunity to be-
En
Il a don't read very WE'LL" she said, mod
&fstly. But then l write exceedingly bad
s II. so you will really be able to judge the
story better if 1 read it. 1t is about In
B dian life; it is not very long. 1 had bet
q her leave off talking and begin"
She began to read. He let her begin;
LOT 10 G,~cf in
Surprise then in dismay, then with some
Zhng very like fear-so like that at last
De knew it was fear and sat in his chair,
'trembling mentally, if not palpably. How
\ bid she know these things? The terrible
Hitte creature, in her pale voice, void of
|bll emphasis, read calmly through the ac-
Eusation of her hero, telling how he did
such and such evil deeds remorselessly.
Names were altered, names of places and
.people, details as to the manner of COM
Emitting the various evil deeds, but there
|was no mistake as to the identity of her
hero Wentworths blood ran cold-it real
y did. He had not felt the sensation since
&hat night at Quetta, when he saw-Hor-
Ribe! She was coming to that now. She
IWas describing the incident. After ten
Years OF Immaculate and dignified life in
England, Nemesis had overtaken him in
Fhe person Of little, thin old maid.
her trembling, colorless voice grew ter
flble to him-more and more terrible.
INhat? She was making that disgracefuf
#ncldent the turning-po of his career!
instead of being discovered and known
Nor villain, he was mistaken for hero.
Epplauded, promoted. How did she know?
low, IN the DEVILS name, did she know?
Epne had nearly finished reading. He WHIP
q MS face stealthily, then his fingers.
QrOnnp6 ba hoO dc a.
#lscnpt on her lap. He was confronting
Der calm and unmoved.
That is all, she said. II should have
ked TO have made just retribution over
axe the hero for his crimes, but
holght 1t was more in accordance with
modern taste to leave him unpublished in
ny story. Do you think you would care
r. buy it?"
he commanded himself perfectly.
Nhat price do you set upon it?''
nadnt t1xed-I thought mean-you
A1G| best what it is worth, I think
ne dld, and set his teeth hard.
hundred pounds?"
IN. Surprise and pleasure showed in
~ eyes for a moment He saw she
VVld have taken less, but he did not
dae his offer. He was no nlggard.
shall be quite content with that"
az Miss Skinner, coolly.
Will write you a cheque"
az uld so. She took il and said, thank
lie held out his hand for the man.
sIipt. She hesitated.
noticed one or two little Sins in
annar and spelling as l was reading"
SAID. II you do not mind / should
10 take it home and correct them"
Inc printer will see to that" he said,
my grlmly. Good afternoon"
turned her out with dignity. She
-t downstairs smiling to herself.
euu they say literature isn't a paying
lession.' she murmured.
me officials downstairs who. meanwhile.
oeen suffering much trepidation over
general paralysis of establishment to
ich she owed her admission to the edi-
sdhctum saw her come downstairs
pieased, and began to be treasured.
hadnt made a mistake after all.
When the day had passed over and
Ile aad been dismissed, they began to
HlA Mss Skinner must be a very great
'5SoHaSe indeed, who went about shabby
wei through from eccentricity.
MISS Skinner was business wo-
baa,al ter all. With her UNDERGROUND
| ~ IN her hand she went straight to
my nDl editor. This was a very course-
"ei-Dred man, whose sense Of humor
.i'g'ented him from ever mistaking him
!" lor the Sultan of Turkey. Moreover,
c,', as the sort of man who had no diff
&tm IA remembering that a woman is
H. woman, even when she has to work
"er nVlng. Therefore, no one was
II eS'ohlshed to ask her to send up her
#tlsure. '' 'Ne eo"'0r was at
o0 was little amused when, on admls-
hi she suggested reading a story to
guy kindly amused for he saw at a
s-r r. mat she was gentleness and mod
NJ 'selt' He said he would look over
|nlnn,SIy himself, and did so, in a few
was a fairly good story, no better
IA une average, but the editor decided
orr' IT, and being. In his great heart,
t LOT the thin, little figure and faded
&uir, iace OF the woman, offered her 3
II as and asked If she would like TO
quietly mentioned what she had re-
y, lot story at the New Universe. 3"
&sor. aeelhg that his incredulity for the
/"ynt almost overcame his good breed
n showed him the eheaue.
|rni. vas not inordinately surprised. he
otueu that there was no accounting
n "nat they did on the New Universe. !"
NJ. Nouiaht do the like here, because
uau not so much money. The price
. ra. -'l oiiered was fair price for an av-
80 Story by an unknown author. Very
n M. there might be something In the
rI, story which the editor Of the New
M. counted on to make a hit. Au-
4 o-t were never good judges Of their own
"a II might be very much more striking