Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1898-09-25

piece of pie with glass of milk, ana l the woman will actually buy things when she goes shopping. That sort of thing needs an income.
 In the matter of swell clothes, also, you will find that one gorgeous even- ing toilet requires another, for other- wise the wearer will become known as "the woman with the pink silk" and | that is worse than death. Arthur Me 1 Henry learned this fact in natural his l tory very soon and then he learned fact in arithmetic to match 1t; name- 1 ly, that you can't subtract 800 from 1 eco and leave a balance i'll the bank. l About that time, however, a little good luck helped Arthur out, and he l thought that affairs were always go- ing to run that way. So he bought 8 few more diamonds for Anne; but they didn't pro69lce quite the usual effect they were not large enough.
 He avenged himself with "The Mod- ern Lueullus.' As his imagination began to tire, he visited the libraries, and studied the records of the magnifi- cent liberality with which princes have spent the money wrung from peasants, and spendthrifts have scat- tered to the four winds the accumu- lations of the prudent There is a con- siderable literature on the subject, and Arthur was surprised to find it ex- tremely fascinating. The literary s'at- mosphere" which he had sought was easy 10 get and it chung to him in his daily life, making extraragances pleas ant and follies the signs of an elevated nature.
 Presently, however, this sort of thing brought him up with round turn. Between the first and the fifteenth of a certain month he saw more bills than he had ever seen before, and had less sleep. Then, indeed, he knew which way he was drifting.
 Many years ago there was a man who bit an apple that he should have summed, and mean1y cast the blame upon another There was enough of the old Adam in Arthur to make him repeat the words that were spoken in the garden: This woman that thou gavest me"
 So he read few more chapters of ''The Modern Lucul1us' to Anne, and was basely pleased to note that they tormented her soul She talked in her sleep about banquet which he had described. where the illumination came from tiny incandescent lamps, each one inserted into the heart of diamond.
 Arthur began to take foolish pride in the effect which this story produced upon the most difficult" critic that he had ever encountered He devoted more time to it; he turned away from other work that would have brought him money, and put his best energy into this monstrous eoneoction. He had to stifie his judgment and chloro- form his conscience in order to write such stuff, but he did it; and with such persistency that at last the day came when he had not penny in the bank nor story in any publishers hands. Even his small royalties were drawn upon in advance; and he had borrowed from every man who would lend him dollar.
 And on the evening of tie day when the realization of this situation came 10 him, Anne announced that Mrs. Win ston had bought q sealsl5in coat for $360. The retort this time did not take the form of fiction; instead it was hard fact. Arthur told his wife, with frankness that spared no detail, just exactly what kind of hole they were in. They had a weird and terrible even- ing; and the next morning was worse, for Arthur was unable to lift his head from his pillow, and had the general appearance of man who is going to be laid up long time. And betweenthem they hadn ready money enough to pay the groeef's bill for week
 The doctor who attended Arthur was of the opinion that the active and earn est malaria germ was at the root of the trouble, but Anne laid it to worry, and she had one of those experiences with her conscience which are the saI- vation of many woman.
 When the young author recovered, about q month later, he learned that his wife had pawned most of her dia- monds to pay his debts. and the cur rent expenses of the house This thought filled him with despair, for he had an especial horror of the pawn shop; besides he knew how Anne had valued these trinkets-and she had been very good to him while he had been II.
 He made the most desperate resolu- tions regarding work, but unfortunate ly he had nothing to start with except "The Modern Lueullus." This he knew to be dreadful stuff, and he felt like wearing a mask when he took it to a publisher; but necessity permits no seruples.
 The rest of the story is a matter of notoriety. Everybody knows what "The Modern Lucullus" did. It sold, and sold, and sold. It is selling yet. People are reading it in Australia. and Borneo, and places that are not down on an ordinary map. In America it | was taken aS tbe x,.iIdaef 5reo,o IF flo