Daily inter mountain., 1900-12-05

cooperation is what the "Cloek needs.
Thanking YOU and assuring you that
checque will be forwarded to you in
. few few. days, am my dsal, M ~: madam, ,,.s
THE EDITOR.
T. S.-You darling.
He addressed and stamped an en-
velope chuckling, and was reaching for
the letter to enclose it, when the fore
man of the pressroom suddenly opened
the door.
Mr.. Van Brunt." he said: IF YOU
you'll have to catch him right away"
Now Van Brunt did want to see Mr.
Miner Very much, regarding a certain
half-tone to be used as the frontispiece
in the June number of the magazine,
and Mr.. Miner was going to Baltimore ir
ten minutes. He looked at the letter,
hesitated, wavered. and tossing ii upon
the desk went to his own destruction.
Precisely one minute later the office
boy came back.
II.-Tock.
"Theres one for YOU, Marion,' said
her mother on the fotowing morning.
sorting the mail which, which the maid
laid by her plate. TheNwere breakfast
ing late and the postIran had just
passed. The girl took Abe letter, but
aimlessly dabbed with'san egg before
she rose. 1t was like him to respond
to her mood in sending his reply on
official paper, she thought. With glad
heart, drawing it forth in a tlutter Of
anticipation. Then the fiutter choked in
its inception and she sat starting un-
comprehendingly. The note was type
written and read: g.
The editor of the Clock regrets that
the enclosed MS is unavailable for the
purposes of the magazine.
And scrawling across the top of the
page in an unmistakable writing was:
The Editor does not care to see more
of your work.
The maid who brought up the card
of Mr.. John l. Van Brunt, jr.. that
afternoon, saw, through the crack in
the door. pretty tousled head and q
woe-beSone, wet-eyed face. And she
marveled sympathetically as she went
down the stairs again and informed Mr..
Van Brunt that her mistress was not
at home.
III.-Tick.
Van Brunt was disappointed. When
he called the next day, hopeful of many
things, and met with like success. he
was puzzled. The third time he called
he was dazed and on the fourth day,
when the office boy brought back his
| note unopened, he became furiously an
CRY. Thus both author and publisher
stood at last aloof on level ground.
AS the days passed, an odd and curl
Gus increase took place in the mail of
the Clock. 1t first began on the morn
ing of the 9th day CT May. 1899. In the
he loft
date, Van Brunt found five manuscripts
signed by one Mabel McGinnls on. NJ.
as the authoress of "A Hated Wooing,"
and a letter of undue familiarity stating
that more would be sent on the follow
ing day.
The editor read them conscientiously
and sent them back. Two days later
ten more came by express. The tide
was inexorable; Miss McGinnis evident
ly kept her manuscripts in a hogsheal.
The matter eliminated in a letter
brought by a freckle-fa faced Irish boy,
whom the office boy later chased down
the stairs with the aceompa niment of
unpleasant language. ha y
Mr.. Editor:-Please give Johnny my
money. Yrs. respy.,
MABEL McGINNIS.
(M. NJ
|
To this Van Brunt spoke and then
ignored. Herein he made the saving
| error.
/ ".
The Weights Fall
The Kingsburys laundress was wo-
man of aspirations Her soul was above
tubs and was possessed of yearning
! toward literature. Hannah, the round
faced maid of the same establishment, t,
looked up to her as Of one of the elect
This condition of circumstances and
the added fact that Hannah had been
long in the household made it easy for
her to pour a tale of injustice into Miss
Marion kingsbury's ear which moved
her to such a pitch of Indignation thai
she sought the offended authoress ir
the launory. A red-faced treckled DO,
! was there.
Me who wrote A Hated Woong' anG
him praising it and blatherin about it,
she was exclaiming incoherently an6
teartully as Miss Kingsbury entered
The boy stood sheepishly grinning.
Il lave it to you, Miss Marion," sht
! appealed, IF man who'll write a let
! ter blarneyin' woman, and calm he1
'darlin' widout payin' cent isn't it {
; vilain?''
Miss Kingsbury ignored the ambiguit,
! of the sentence. TELL me about it," sht
com1nanded, in glow of sympathy
Il am not always washin,' she be
gan, 'and then I'm writin stories.
love to- Vance I had a pome pub
; lished; but I niver-no I niver-was in
suited afore, an Johnny bein' kicket
downstairs when he went for the pa,
they promised"
What paper was it? cried Marion
savagely, her fingers tinglng at tn
/ story of wrong.
The Clock" said Hannah, in hush
! ed tone.
"The-the Clock" gasped Miss Kings
bury. She recovered herself proudly
After all these poor creatures did no
know.
'Where is the letter YOU smoke of