Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1901-03-14

looked at the girl; then he touched
Hamilton gently on the shoulder.
"Come," he said.
mo" said Hamilton. mot till tell
her how I feel, what l will try to do,
! what"
"Your words will have to go to
heaven to reach her." replied the doc
| tor.
Tie story ended abruptly.
| ,'ft
Mansfield turned the page.
| where's the rest of it?" he asked
of the writer-man with the red face
and yellow mustache.
There isn't any rest" answered
the writer-man.
"But it hasn't any ending to it."
"It has very logical ending"
But you didn't give that brute,
Hamilton, chance to do anything for
the girl-to make amends"
"There wouldn't be any moral to it
if did," replied Webb.
"And I'm afraid the readers would
be dissatisfied with the way it ends"
continued Mansfield.
After pause the writer-man said:
What are you going to do with it?"
"I'll give you hundred dollars for
it, but l shan't publish it the way it
ends-or rather, doesn't end"
what good is it to you, then?"
The editor put his hand affectionate-
ly on the writer-man's arm
"My dear boy, you have saved me
from doing a mean thing, low down
| mean thing. l couldn't find it in my
heart now to use the Jencks girls
story in the way l intended. Just
think, it might have broken her heart.
Thank heavens, man, you have saved
her and me-"
He pressed button.
''Ask the cashier tcs make check
for Mr.. Webb for $780," he said to the
boy who appeared in response to the
summons. When the check was
brought in Webb folded it carefully
and put it in his pocket
"Come to lunch with me-" he said.
The brilliant editor rose and put on
paared with a card The editor read
it:
Serena Jencks. Galveston"
He handed the card to the writer
man, then turned to the boy.
"Show the lady in. Stay where you
are, Webb" Then he added: "a good
chance to see the girl"
Webb chuckled.
A tall slender girl appeared. She
had large brown eyes and red lips.
Her hands were not small. but were
we'll gloved, and she dressed in good
style-not New York style. She held
out her hand freely to the editor. and
he shook it heartily and then present
ed Webb.
81 am just off the steamer" ex-
claimed Miss Jencks in an effusive way,
"and the first thing | did was to call
to learn the fate of my story"
There was freshness and innocence
about the young woman that amused
the editor After few minutes gen.
eral conversation, she said:
"Now tell me all about my story
are you going to print it?'
The editor blushed, reflected min
ute, then said:
"It is an amusing story, but, to be
candid, it is hardly up to our stand
ard"
"In other words" she Interrupted
''it isn't good enough
well, if you like to put it that way
yes"
Miss Jencks leaned both of her
dainty elbows on the table, and looked
the editor straight in the eyes fof
moment.
well, then, is it bad enough?'
The editor and writ"r-man exchang
ed quick and significant glances. Here
was an opportunity the Harvard man
had not looked for.
II don't know. Perhaps if | were
to put our friend, Webb here. to re
wise it, he might make it bad enough
She laughed.
"Well. then, what will you pay me II
let you publish it as an awful exam
ple?'
Zone hundred dollars"
Its yours"
"But even though we publish The
story with a pen name, will not some
of your friends recognize 1t and sc
cause you modification?
Miss Jencks chuckled sweetly. "Yo,
don't suppose | was fool enough to lei
any of my friends know wrote low,
story, do you?"
The writer-man and the editor look
, ed at each other calmly.-New Yorl
Independent.