Gulf Coast breeze. [volume] (Crawfordville, Fla.) 1897-19??, 1900-06-08

contributors. Last winter q manu-.
script reached the Office which struck
us all as something quite extraordin.
airy. II was in the form OF a diary,
purporting to have been found in the
room OF an unknown girl who lost her
reason from sheer starvation in n
well.to.do quarter Of Gotham. She is
a Down East girl; with literary ambi.
tons, and in her loneliness keeps one
Of those voluminess journals that no
one really writes nowadays with won.
derful freshness aud country wit. 1t
might have been written for her
mothers eyes, or q lovers, perhaps I;
il reveals her follies aud her virtues
both with such perfect spontaneous.
ness. When literature fails her she
tries sewing, and even posing for art
students, and she hits of the fine
ladies and sisters OF your craft with q
most delicious mixture OF satire and
enviousness But through il all runs
the tragic sense Of the flushing POWER
OF her environment. closing upon her
like the remorseless jaws of trap.
The last four entries describe her sen.
sations on four successive days with.
out food, after q grand dame fails to
pay her for the work she has done,
and il breaks off with the first inco.
herent rawlings Of coming insanity.
never read anything more weird or
powerful in its way than that last cry
for help"
"Tell us who wrote II, quick |" OK.
claimed Grace, who felt light break
ing in on her.
"That's an odd thing about it.
The sketch was unsigned, and the &c.
companying slip giving the authors
name and address was accidentally
lost We had il put in type aud de-
cided to publish il, thinking that the
writer would see and claim il. have
the advance sheets here. but yester.
day, by good luck, the missing paper
turned up and I determined to run in
and explain matters to the presum.
ably irate lady in person. The adj
dress, believe. is In this neigebor-
hood tho name" - Mr.. Phillips took
out memorandum slip and regarded
it through his eyeglasocs - Miss
Honora Graves. Why, what is 1t
Do you know her ?"
Fortuna ely Nora was in the kitchen
during the ensuing conversational
scene.
She took her laurel, very quietly
when they were placed unanimously
on her brow. Sitting aiaong the girls
who welcomed her now rs sister
"artist," she told them how the idea
of transcribing her diary occurred to
her as last resort in tho midst Of q
starving week, which tame near to
ending as tragically In reality Us on
paper.
When no reply was received sho
gave up oil literary projects, and
gerasped ,,, the first FIR T., oP{esynity that
than Miss Eiizabeth's 4N
But upon being haila(s o promis-
ing "lion," with career opening be-.
fore her, our Honora vary frankly and
emphatically disclaimed the idea. II
might neve' succeed again, she said.
"This wasn't art, hut plain truth,
which was forced oui Of me by the
pinch Of reality, aud don't want to
have the screw put On a second time.
No; il New York has done nothing
else for me, at least II has tanned my
ambition and laugh. me my place"
But what shall you do? You
can't expect to travel incognito and
laugh at us in your sleeve, now that
we know you ?"
"Do Z? shall 40 home and have II
out with dear old Dick, "cried Honora,
impulsively, and that brought down
the house. Springfield Republican.