The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-01-06
"Waif Gil the Clouds Roll By. y
BY ERNEST JARRoLD. Author ..Nicy
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had pictured the ripping cascades, the
silvery pools. the Kaleidoscope trr
the trees whispering overhead. 10.
gether with all the light and color "a !
the woodland. This was the little
brain-child upon which he had ex-
/ pended more time than upon any
other. He was satisfied that if it were
rejected he could do no better. and
that he was indeed a failure. How
/ gingerly he went up the staircase lead
) ing to the editorial rOOmsl With what
/ timorOus glances his eyes roamed over
/ the dusty apartment which had shell
( tered 80 many men of genius. And his
I voice was scarcely audible as he said
/ to the Office boy:
can l see the managing editor?"
Certainly, sir; come right in."
| Wonder of wonders, A c0urteOus Of
/ fee boy,
Shaking IN every limb, he approach
/ ed the autocrat behind his rosewood
desk.
"WeI. Mr.. Robinson. what can ( do
for your said he cordially.
1 called to offer short sketch for
publication in your paper, replied
/ Robinson, in a voice strengthened by
| his kindly reception.
"Ah, thank you. said the great
man, taking the manuscripts from Rob-
insonis trembling fingers and thrusting
II into a pigeonhOle- Glad to get it,
/ sir; GLAD to get il. Always looking for
| rev ideas from you young men. Good
| day, sir"
The editor turned to his mail. and
! Robinson walked down stairs with his
| head erect and his shoulders squared
He did not know that even though his
/ sketch might be accepted, it would
/ probably be two weeks before it would
| be printed, and then there would in
teryene still another week before he
would be paid. And in his blissful
| Ignorance Ne walked up Broadway
elate, 1mpaSSiOned. The sidewalk was
soft as velvet to his feet.
o, youth, luminous with promiset
Bright with the rosy hue of expect
| ancyl
Again Robinson went supperless to
| bed. But what a small matter that
| seemed 70 him. Tomorrow his sketch
would be in the greatest paper in Amer
lcai And he fell asleep and dreamed Of
| beetsteak and onions and the blue-eyed
! Nellie In the morning he was so eager
| to get downstairs that he scarcely
waited to tie his shOestrings. In his
hurry and excitement he gave his last
/ nickel to the newsbOy and forgot the
change. He opened the paper with
hrst page. There was some unimpOrt-
ant matter about a famine in India.
which had killed a thousand men; a
stabbing ARRAY in Philadelphia in
which man was horribly mutilated
and seven children left fatherless: a
fire in Pittsburg which had killed six
teen girls-but his story was not therei
He looked over the editorial page,
where the editor had launched his
keenest invectivss against municipal
abuses. And there. too, were those
bright paragraphs whose wit had chaI-
Ienged his admiration before How
paltry they seemed today The other
pages contained the usual record of a
| coming war in Europe. etc. but his
sketch was not there. Then hope died
and a great rage filled his breast. The
hand Of every man seemed to be
against him. He clenched his teeth and
? MS hands and Taved like a madman
and started on a run Of seven miles
down Broadway to kill the editor.
His stomach was empty as a pawned
wedding ring. His eyes were blood
shot. He ran blindly. as a horse runs
from fire In two miles hunger. rage
and exhaustion forced him to stop. He
sat down on a cuTbstOne until he had
recovered his breath. Then he staggered
on. By the time he reached the news
paper office his reason had returned
He had walked so long on the hard
pavement that the soles of his shoes
were worn through. and at every step
the balls of his feet touched the stones.
His heart ached. his head ached. his
feet were bleeding, and he wanted to
bury his head in his mothers lap.
Heliop said the managing editor,
looking up from his desk at the pathetic
; figure standing before him. You're the
little chap who was here yesterday. oh?
Yes, yes. Wait a minutet'
He took the manuscript in his hand
; as a practical gambler might take a
! pack Of cards. He glanced down each
page with what appeared incredible
sWiftneSS to the palpitating Robinson
Within two minutes he had taken in al
i the beauty of imagery, all the grace OF
! expression, all the earmarks of con
: scientious effort. Then he looked up al
! the pallid face beside him. the blood
I shot eyes. the hard lines about the
/ tense mouth, and a look Of deep tender
ness and compassion came into his
! eyes as he said, gently as a woman:
My dear boy. that is just the kind
: Of stuff we want. If you have any more
of it, bring it along
Robinson gasped and turned away
: for the cisterns of his heart were he
ginning to leak And as he went tbs
: editor looked around the corner of his
! desk. He saw the worn shoes, the tat
tered coat, and he shouted:
Come back, Robinson, you've forgot
ten something" and he placed in tins
| young mans hand small piece Of
. glazed paper.
= Robinson reached the sidewalk in
: dream. But. when he had pulled him
. | self together he locked at the slip o.
. paper and read the following words:
. New Years Day, Jan. 1, Is.
; | Cashier, New York -:
; Pay to George Robinson the sum OF
= SO on account of sketch called -
: Mountain Brook.
+ Managing Editor
: That night RObinsOl's supper con
. sisted of two pounds of fried ham,
: plateful of Old-fashiOned John Brown
fried potatoes. half a pumpkin pie anS
:, two cups of coffee. AS he sat back il
v his chair and lit his cigar the con
= ! scioUsness that it was New Years da.
, came to him in full force. He smiled
;; as he reflected that he had not kille,
4 the editor How bright and happy TIT
walters all seemed. "he furnished ia
a | beware glistened in tie gasIight Tn,
9 world seemed a very good place to livr
= in, after all. A peripatetic plan,
stopped in front of the restaurant TIL
instrument was out Of tune and tn
tune was uneven, but no orchestra hat
a ever played such seraphic harmony a
y the first selection. Wait Till the Cloud
= Roll By ERNEST JARROLD.
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