The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-07-15

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"Oh, they all are" said Shorely
YEARLY. Every story sent to us is the
most remarkable story-in the authors
opinion.
Look here, Shorely. cried Gibberts
angrily, "you mustn't talk TO me like
that. I'm no unknown author, fact OF
| which you are very we'll aware. don
need to peddle my goods.
''Then why do you come here lectur'
ing me5'
"For your own good. Shorely, my
boy" said Gibberts, calming down as
rapidly as he had fiared up. He was a
| most uncertain man. ''For your own
good, and if you don't take the story
some one else will. 1t will make the
fortune of the paper that secures it.
Now you read it while wait. Here it
is, typewriter at one and threepence a
thousand words, all to save your blessed
| eyesight. +"
Shorely took the manuscript and lit
the gas, for it was getting dark. Glib
| berts sat down for awhile, but soon be-
gan to pace the room, to Shorely's man.
ifest annoyance. Not content with this,
he picked up the poker and noisily
stirred the fire.
"For heavens sake, sit down, Glib
berts, and be quiet" cried Shorely at
last.
Gibberts seized the poker as If 1t
were weapon and glared at the editor.
~ won't sit down, and will make
just as much noise as l want to, he
reared AS he stood there defiantly
Shorely saw a CLEAN Of insanity in his
eye.
"Oh, very well. then," said Shorely,
continuing to read the story.
For a moment Gibberts stood grasp
ing the poker by the middle; then he
flung 1t with clatter on the fender,
and sitting down gazed modify into
the fire without moving until Shorely
had turned the last page.
well, said Gibberts, arousing from
his reverie, what do you think of it,"
"It's a good story, Gibberts. All
your stories are good" said the editor
carelessly.
Gibberts started to his feet and swore.
ed, THAT you see nothing in that story
different from any or any one else ev-
er wrote? Hang it, Shorely, you would
not know a good story if you met it
coming up Fleet street Can't you see
that story is written with mans
hearts blood?'
Shorely stretched out his legs and
. lie 60 ~,
sers pockets.
lit may have been written as you
say, although thought you called my
attention moment ago to its typewrit-
ten character. :"
Don't be fiippant, Shorely," said
Gibberts, relapsing again into melan-
choly. "YoI didn't like the story them?
You didn't see anything unusual in it
purpose, force, passion, life, death,
nothing?"
''There is death enough at the end.
Ny objection is that there is too much
blood and thunder in it. Such tragedy
could never happen. No man could go
to country house and slaughter every
one in it. It's absurd"
Gibberts sprang to his feet and began
to pace the room excitedly. Suddenly
he stopped before his friend, towering
over him, his long ulster making him
look taller than he really was.
did l ever tell you the tragedy of
my life-how the property that would
have kept me from what has,
"Of course you have, Gibberts. Sit
down. You've told it to everybody-to
me several times +"
How my cousin cheated me out f''-
''Certainly-outo of land and the wo-
man you loved. "
"Oh, l told you that, did I?'' said
Gibberts, apparently abashed at the
others familiarity with the circum-
stances. He sat down and rested his
head in his hands. There was long
silence between the two, which was
finally broken by Gibberts saying:
$50 you don't care about the story?"
"Oh, l don't say that. l can see it is
the story of your own life with an i'm
aginary and sanguinary ending.
ooh, you saw that, did your?
Eyes. How much do you want for
it?''
Fifty pounds.
"What?''
Fifty pounds, / tell you. Are you
deaf? And | want the money now"
''Bless your innocent heart, can buy
a longer story than that from the great
est author living for less than $50.
Gibberts, you're crazy
Gibberts looked up inquiringly, as if
that thought had never occurred to him
before. he seemed rather taken with
the idea. 1t would explain many things
which had puzzled both himself and his
friends. He meditated upon the matter
for few moments, but at last shook his
head.
'No, Shorely," he said, with sigh,
"I'm not insane, though goodness
knows l have had enough to drive me
mad. don't seem to have the luck of
some people. l haven't the talent for
going crazy. But to return to the story.
You think $50 too much. 1t will make
the fortune of the paper that publishes
IL HOw2 LET me gee I had IL n mo-