Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1900-06-27

the young artist went on to speak OF
wages and the usual Saturday after
Moons"
The candidate asked for an hour to
consider the matter. She walked up
to the park and sat down on one of
the wooden benches near the Fifty
ninth street entrance. Honora thought
how she had come to the city only
four months ago, fired with the
dreams of n larger life, and utterly ig-
norant of its difficulties, disappoint-
ments and perils. She thought of the
brave start she had made, her con-
fdent courage and high hopes, and
the succeeding bitter discourage
ments, repulses aud failures. Peli-
quagamas, Me-, was the melodious
name of her birthplace; ; she shut her
eyes and saw the prim village street,
her old aunt's neat cottage, and her.
self, restless, impetuous girl, grow
ing up under the good splnster's wing.
like an enterprising hawk under the
wing of we'll disposed hen.
Six months ago she had offered q
tale to city newspaper, and all her
troubles dated from that day, for it
was promptly accepted, and the check
which came back seemed to open out
dazzling prospect of wealth, fame
and career" One or two later
ventures proved equally fortunate,
and then nothing would do bnt go to
New York and try her fortune. OF
course her elders demonstrated, but
Honora's strong will and abundant
relish Tor adventure carried the day.
Dick stormed, protested and implored
= but what was siT-room cottage,
even with Dick, to a gil stage struck
for the triumphs of world theatre ?
Of the succeeding months Honora
did not like to think = their pitiless
lessons were still gall, to her spirit
Enough to say that she had left the
expensive boarding house, and, too
proud to confess her straits or ask
lshelp from home, talk ken the poorest
OF lodgings Even so, with a needle
instead: of a pen in her hand, the
struggle was too hard, the battle was
against her.
/. At this point in her meditations
Honora jumped up and said to her
self, resolutely:
"I'll do it It's better than starv-
ing, better than posing and better
than destroying my eyes aud running
my temper by sewing IA hours day.
I'll let them call me Nora and think
it's me Oirish name," she declared,
under her breath, land I'll give them
some first rate Yankee cooking and 60
to the free lectures and concerts and
the museums, so that my time won't
be all wasted. I'll take up my de-
spised diary again, and when I get
home in June Ill make clean breast
to Dick" "
"Nora," said Mrs. Tremaine one
May morning. shaking out the folds
of her gown, ~ expect gentleman
from Philadelphia t inner tonight,
so lay an additional plate and have
something little extra, will you, and
pretty flowers?" for "Elizabeth's pro-
tegee" was trusted now even to
choose the bouquets. "He's the edi-
tor of 'Pettingill's, she said, turn
ing to Grace. ga remarkable man" "
Nora's heart gave little fiutter, but
it died out Immediately.
The gentleman duly arrived, and
between the ice and coffee he observed
to his hostess: "Cousin Laura, I came
to tom today partly to see one of our
con tributors. Last winter a manu-
script reached the Office which struck
us all as something quite extraordin-
ary. 1t was in the form of diary,
purporting to have been found in the
room of an unknown girl who lost her
reason from sheer starvation in O
well-to-do quarter of Gotham. She is
Down East girl, with literary ambi-
tions, and in her loneliness keeps one
of those voluminess journals that no
one really writes nowadays with won,
derful freshness and country wit. II
might have been written for hel
mothers eyes, or lovers, perhaps
it reveals her follies and her virtues
both with such perfect spontaneo u.s.
ness. When literature fails her she
tries sewing, and even posing for art
students, and she hits off the fine
ladies and sisters of your craft with 6
most delicious mixture of satire and
enviousness. But through it all runs
the tragic sense of the rushing powe,
of her environment, closing upon hel
like the remorseless jaws of trap.
The last four entries describe her sen
salons op four successive days with
out food, after grand dame fails tc
pay her for the work she has done,
and it breaks off with the first inco
herent rawlings of coming insanity.
never read anything more weird OF
powerful in it's way than that last Cry
for help"
"Tell us who wrote it, quick |" ex
claimed Grace, who felt light break
ing in on her.
"That's an odd thing about it
The sketch was unsigned, and the &C
compauying slip giving the author'i
name and address was accidentally
lost. We had it put in type aud de
cided to publish it, thinking that tht
writer would see and claim it. I havs
the advance sheets here, but yester
day, by good luck, the missing paper
turned up and I determined to run il
and explain matters to the presum
ably irate lady in person. The nd
dress, I believe, is in this neigebor
hood the name - Mr.. Phillips tool
out memorandum slip and regarded
it through his eyeglasses = "Mis'
Honora Graves. Why, what is it
Do you know her ?"
Fortuna'el Nora was in the kitchen
during tie ensuing conversations
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