The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-08-03
The End Of the.Lans.

The door De1i rang, ana tfefe was 3
WHISPERED consultation In To Aan below
EMILY Klnball tried 70 raise herself from
the bed IN which she was -iytng, to zee.
IL possible, who seft the house. II Was
of no use. She vas 80 weak that she was
helpless. A sigh escaped her.
Who Games" she asked feeDiy when
her landlady looked IN the door . mo-
ment later.
The postman. DEAR" was the reply.
Sand brought
"A circular. / fIuRg Il away"
u don't see why haven't heards they
never kept Il 50 long"
Don't worry, dear" said the good
woman, smoothing the rumpIed pillow
and Strengthening out the blanket. The
doctor told you not to worry" With this
she vanished.
lily, nstlessfy. 'Who should worry, II I
should notT' Then her mind passed her
life in review. Fate had used her as
fottball, and she had been carried from
the field Bruised and broken. body and
soul. Fate would toss her abot1t again
when she was strong enough for battle.
Was it worth while TO rise again and
srawl over the old ground In the old dis
contented way7
Then she remembered her eiriish enthu-
siasm, the belief that she had . talent for
making verse and weaving romances. In
the corner Of her desk she saw mentally
stacks OF her thoughts that had Travelled
forth and back. forth and back, until her
hopes hung only on the postman's visit
and we're crushed by his ring.
The story that went forth the day she
tainted in the stuffy parlor below. after q
particularly disheartening day, was q new
story and was sent to a new editor. She
had seen his photograph II the Critic. He
looked human and humank she had seen
him in fancy, once or tMfee since, as she
lay half dreaming. =
Hush. hush, dolly; you must be Ve-e-Ey
still. Miss EmIy's sickrs with this adj
monition in a childish voice, the door
opened and q curly-headed girl, dragging
disreputab1e looking dolly, slid In, peer
ing curiously at the woman In the bed.
Come here, Blue Eyes" said Emily.
CT want to tell you somefn'," said the
little one nysteriously, her eyes big with
the Importance Of her secret; that man
brought a letter for you, but"
Go on!' said Emily impatiently.
Mamma said 'twould trouble you, 90
she hid It, but dolly and I know where"
Bring 1t to me, quick; run; If you
bring 1t here safe Tn give you a new
dolly." There was no need for q second
bidding, but 1t seemed long before the lit
tie messenger returned, breathless.
Emily knew the envelope. It was the
one she had sent for the return Of her
manuscript. The landlady was, indeed,
thoughtful to keep It back, that she might
live on hope little longer; but sooner or
later she must know, and perhaps the ed
itor had written something. He did not
look like one who would send q brutal
printed rejection slip-a slap In the face
to aspiring genius.
Her hands trembled, the envelope was
strong. One thing she realized; IL felt
light in weight. Take the scissors, Blue
Eyes; cut just where tell you and draw
the paper out!'
The child clumsily bot carefully did En-
ily's bidding. one paper huttered 10 the
floor.
Pick It up, dear, and hold 1t where
I can see It." Was she dreaming now?
1t was q check for go. Does Joy as we'll
as sorrow unnerve one? She felt strange
~ weak. Bring mamma, quick she
gasped, and tainted.
When she recovered the doctor was
there. WAS it q dream?" she asked, as
she came slowly back to Consciousness.
mo, it was the blessed TRUTH" said the
doctor cheerily, "but It came upon you
too suddenly. I shall wait and read the
letter to you, which ] confess 4 have read
to myself. It will not hurt so much to
excite you pleasantly as to keep you won
dering."
You are good to me-" said Emily. II
think shall try to live a little longer"
1t was just the sort Of letter she had
hoped fora recognition of her talent;
regard for the personality back OF the
story. A position was open for her con-
sideratlon on the new magazine.
IT was this way Emily Kimball came to
the end Of long, long lane and to the
beginning of q romance-which is another
stoTy.--Boston Post.