The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1900-05-29
4 BIT Of His OWN EXPERIENCE.
The Successful Authors object Lesson to
the Literary Aspira@t

hSnuh6m IONelss tue successful /
author, had met Pennington. the lit. |
erary aspirant. at Mrs Worther. |
spoons, and had taken q liking to him.
There was something pathetic in the |
expression of the boys eyes, and from !
the point of view of the simple hearted |
author there was nothing particularly |
kind i'll his asking him 10 dine at the |
Penman's Club when he next met
him, crossing Madison Square.
After dinner, which was more APP
preciated by the younger man than by
the elder, they lit their cigars, and
Pennington asked Towers the ques.
tion that had been on his tongue all
Though the meal: DO editors buy
things from you now that they wouldn't
buy when You first started in?"
Towers smiled that dreamy smile-of
his, aud said, why. of course, my
dear boy. If you have name enough
anything will go. The editors don't
think anything more of your stuff, but
the dear public thinks it is good if it
has great name tackled TO it,
Then did you have trouble ar
hrstE' asked Pennington, rs if he
thought the answer would he no. To,
Towers looked rs if he had been born
with whole set of silver spoons in
his mouth-thN generous mouth of
his
Yes, | had trouble, although can
afford to laugh at my troubles now.
Indeed, really think that | was hap
pier then, for l was struggling to get
somewhere. Now that the struggle
Is over, life has lost much of its zest Sc
You look back on your happiness,
and look forward to it." said Peu-
nington bitterly. Who is happy to-
day?'
Perhaps the waiter who is sewing
us to night, although Markham might
call him brother to the OK. But your
speaking of selling stun readily now
that went hard at first recalls an ex-
perience Of mine when | was a young
ster aud fresher at the business than
[ over will be again. had had run Of
hard luck that had about MINDED me.
and unless / could collect some money
due me from = certain magazine it
looked as if ] would ssaryc To death.
In fact, | had not had anything to eat
for twentyfour hours, and hadn't
cent Ill my pockets. The editor, who
was also the cashier, was busy. and
they told me to wait After | had
waited an hour lie hurried ont of his
office. and told me he hnd got to catch
a train, and he Was gone in moment.
Well, the shock was too great for me.
aud / tainted When / came round
explained matters, and sub-editor.
whose heart wa IN the right place.
even If his Judgment was poor, COM
missioned me to write an article on
the ups and downs al Wall Street
and paid me i'll advance The article
was badly done, rs it was out of my
line. but the check tidel me over for
season. Well, | made rather a dra-
matte little story out of my fainting--
1 it really wasn't bad, and I tried to
sell IL all over the country. but no
one would even sniil at il, so, after
few months OF travel on its part,
put the soiled and creased manuscript
away until the time should be ripe.
And did the time ripen=' said
Pennington. with ghost Of Il smile.
"Thc time always ripens il You
don't die too soon. Three years ago
made my first hit with a Heart I'm
fortified, and followed it mp IN Il e
spring with Winter and Rough
Weather, aud then I was Hooded with
orders, and reporters wore out my
electric bell button coming 10 me FOR
interviews And when / had sold
most everything / had ever written,
good, bad and indifferent. I took this
dramatic sketch and TUNED it into
what ii was, Il bit OF my own life, m
photographed sketch.
And did it co. said Pennington
eagerly.
Did it 60? Why. man. The Daily
Boomerang gave me $500 for it. and
printed it in tho Christmas supple
ment Yes, yes, ] remember Just how
it was headed ! read it while / was
dining at DelmonicO's with Howard
Bronson and Greene Clay: y Great
Author Faints From Hunger While
Success is Years Away. Wyudham
Towers, the Famous Novelist, Tells
How He Once Felt the Paugs OF
Starvation III the Office OF the lit
crary Magazine Most Dramatic
Story Of the Century. Fact Once
More Proved Stranger Than Fiction.
How Clay and Bronson laughed when
showed it to them,
But you didn't laugh at the timo?'
said Pennington, soborly.
NO, didn't laugh at the time. but
don't you sec the dramatic situation
all round?"
Pennington seemed about to speak
lie hesitated colored, and then shu
his lips resolutcly.
\ hal hour later when lowers
babe him adieu and went uptown {,
the opera. Pennington went back to
Madison Square aud sat down on d
bench, and said half aloud
Towers went twenty-four hour
hungry. and but for this chance din
ner 7 would have gone three days
Where will my breakfast come from?
Charles BattclI Loomis. ina the Cri
terion.
CHRIS Remember Best.
Ia .vr,.,.futorf a. for tcatines tho imam,