Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1898-06-02

"Why-why; lid you reject them ?" she
asked. He looked embarrassed. IL.
IS"Well. you see, Moderna is an impor~
tant magazine, and the editor has a lot
| Of work, and I-ah, in short, they were
not suitable" rs. *..' '..
"You did not read the1n,' sternly.
sIndeed did, the first one-ones."
@''I quite understand" She rose with
some dignity, and scrambled up the
bank to the road: ...-" .;s.'
Don't go!" he cried, following her.
"Princess, L have so much to tell you.''
They stood facing each other at the
edge of the dusty road, and below Oh
the pier the band brayed out the "Wash-
ington Post" 7
"We]l?"
"Don't leave me-" he pleaded, 81 can't
endure it if you do. 1 can't let you go,
because I want you so much" He
caught her hands and held them tight
! ly. "Dear, 1 love you," he said.
"But-' she said, ''but-"
ooh, L know. But an editor is also
6, man. AS the former, treturned your
MSS; as the latter, I-adore you"
I 'But you can't,"' she protested, you
hardly know he"
-"Give Inc chance, dear; don't ask
| ou to say anything now, but later, when
l know your people, when you are
mysterious no longer"
sob, as t. thai, she said, Respondent
! ~, "there isn't much to know about my
people. We live in Bedford square, in
a very large and ugly house. Father
made quite lot of money in pickles. I
suppose you have seen posters of
very large and healthy-lool1ing man eat
| ing cold beef, accompanied by Rivers
Celebrated Pickles.. 1 particularly dis
like that poster"
Il have often admired it," said he,
valiantly.
"How dear of you to say so,'' she
cried, and as there was no one in sight
he kissed her.
"Oh, yes, I forgive you," she said,
few minutes later. land later on you
will be able to tell me what is suitable
for 'Moderna style of thing you
want. You will never ~(smiling) be able
to decline with thanks now? Will
you?" she added, after pause. 80.
l think that was one Of the most ter
rible moments III the editors life. The
standard of "Moderna" was high one,
and the critic in him told him that his
loves literary productions would never
rise above mediocrity. But his heart
cried out that she was in his arms, that
she was his, ard nothing else mattered,
not even the profession that had been
more him fore years than any wom-
an had ever been. '.':r
Sc. "But you will not have time to write
when we are married." he urged.
ss'There will be all the new books to
read, and things to talk about, and the
theaters, and parties-we are going to
give such jolly. PARTIES: gu know, quite
small, but joHy-you won't have mo-
ment, because in addition to that you
will have ME to. look after, mad ann.
She drew w:aysand regard cd him at
tentively:# . s:y " y. , 4. VI Vi
You contin e,"'':She said, very gently.
''to decline?" :ES1.. s. ~, a s Il
''Dearest-" ~. II s., e y =
"Answersm me- . she persist ted. ~ =:
4 tAnd the editorialin stinct. which was
older in him THAN the emotion which
She had inspired, won the day. ="
IL must. he stalmmered: 49,
''Then 1 also,," she said, still in her
unnaturally gentle tone, must de-
cline" GO, - ,.r.. r H. go. g..
TO his passionate protestatiors she
turned a"deaf ear. She'was firm in her
determination that if she married an
editor she would enjoy the full benefit
of the position. And, the editor of
"Moderna" had always been distin-
guished by quality which his enemies
called obstinacy. So they parted. At
the last he held her hands and said, ear
nestly: Some day-perhaps. you will
send line-a word, even-to 'Moderna'
|:lf ever you can-you know what it will
mean to me. Good-by." -.
'""Good-by," she whispered, and down
on the. pier the last notes of the ''Wash:.
ington Fost' were prolongedin harsh
;W va
Onesevening late in the following Feb
ruary the editor of "Moderna'' turned
into the Strand from the side street
wherein his office lay andahailed a: han
som. He looked very cheerful, his mus
tsache was twisted up a tthe corners and
he bore bunch Of yiolets il. his Button
hole: Half an hour ago lie >feceiveed q
note which ran: Come sa:id see me; +
have something to tell.you. Grace. 2 II.
in the big, shadowy oom;in7
Bedford square a. very pretty woman
was waiting, She had lighted the,yel-1
low-shaded cardles,sand the light fe1fs
on the, punches of jjquqaaus that were
aTarXW harn ho,, /, Il