The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1900-12-21
SHE WAS EASILY AMUSED.
Why the VaciIIatinE Young Woman
Didn't Succeed in Writing
Her Story.

when 1 don't have to work." said
the girl with the sable furs, when
there are absolutely no matters that
demand my guiding hand, 1 feel that
there is nothing of which Pm not
capable. Ideas throng into my brain,
and l realize that L am the stuff of
which great writer's are made.
Moreover, / find it difficult to
amuse myself. am dissatisfied with
what 1 see in the magazines, 1 refuse
to pay the many calls owe, and even
to mention sewing IN my presence
is to insult me utterly.
That's one side of the question.
had an exhibition of the other this
morning when 1 had a story to write
and get off by two p. m. I sat at my
desk at the window, and two men
painting a house across the street at
tracted my attention. 1 have never
been more absorbed in anything than
| was in the way their broad. beauti-
full brushes applied the gray that COW
cred the ugly dull-red bricks. want
ed to stand on ladder and paint
bricks, too. What 1 didn't want to do
was to write stories.
after a half-hour of watching, by
superhuman effort I succeeded in
turning my eyes to the stationery on
my desk. / wrote ten words, then an
organ man with the most fascinating
monkey imaginable came along, and
was just obliged to watch the antics
CT that little animal" quotes the Bal
timore News. "It had felt shoes on
its feet and it ran about so awk-
wardly in them and seemed to con-
centrate no attention so entirely on
them that leaned out of the window
and tossed &c sea ce1ts.
when it had. gone settled down
to work, first taking a surreptitious
glance at the painters, to see how
they had progressed. Before I had
written 20 words more my neighbours
big gray cat came out to
catch its breakfast, a spar
row. It had very difficult time,
that cat, for the sparrows were
elusive, but it tried so many intelli-
gent ruses that it finally got plump
little fellow. I'm an 'Audobonnet,'
burt pussy needed some breakfast, so 1
didn't feel any conjunction in having
witnessed the bagging of the game.
''The painters were finishing the
second-story windows by this time,
and 1 watched them as they turned
corners. Then I wrote a whole para
graph without stopping, I was get
ting along splendidly, when a news
boy and bootblack began to fight
right under my window. By the time
I had gone down and separated them
and had given them each an apple
and a piece of cake it was luncheon
time, and then knew my story
wouldn't be finished to-day.
Tomorrow, when there's no ne
'cessity for haste, III set to work and
write it's
Same old story, nothing new"
hummed the maid in the cherry-col-
ored waist. when we have a good
cook I'm forever going down in the
kitchen and meddling. 1t gives me a
great pleasure to make desserts and
cakes and such things, but just let
madame, the cook, leave and 1 feel
the most horrible disinclination to
cross the Threshold of her kingdom.
Why, l won't even mix a custard for
dinner then, if I can get out of it.
Truly, human nature is a frail and
curious thing"
Truly, it's an intolerably depraved
thing" said the girl with the sables,
"and I'm out SIS to prove it,