Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1901-06-01

| " "hiS"cu MS Tea. IN iaCt. by that
| tlme he began to think that he had
judged her too hastily. AS she had said
| nc was stranger to her, and for al
she knew he might possess all the vices
with which he endowed the williams in
ms stories. Her action simply showed
that she was able to take care of her
self, very desirable Accomplishment
Tor girl who lived alone.
Later that evening, when. his work
being done, he sat down with his pine
| he found himself dwelling on the Incl.
| dent of the afternoon, and, almost in
stnsibly, his brain began to weave ],
story out of it. AS the idea gained
| strength, he became more pleased with
| IL. 1t would make fairly good short
story of the ordinary magazine length:
| and. while the fever was upon him he
sat down to his writing table and be-
gan 1t. He wrote as easily as he had
ever written in his life, and before the
clock sounded midnight it was finished.
1t was love story of everyday life.
in which the girl opposite" figured as
the heroine, and himself as the hero
and as he read ii over. he felt that it
was quite equal to anything he had
ever done. There was one point about
it. however. in which it differed from
the majority of stories. 1t ended bad
ly. He regretted this, but il could not
be avoided.
n couple of days later. the MS. hav-
ing come back from the typists hands,
he went out to post it. The poStotiCe
was at the corner of the street. and
being short of stamps he went inside
| There was Il Sirl at the counter. and
she had Il long envelope in her hand
which she held in such 4 manner that
the address was painly visible. North
more seemed to read it at glance. 1t
was natural that lie should do SO, for il
was addressed to the magazine to
which he vas sending his story. and
the girl W; . the girl opposite" Uc-
occupation was unknown to him no
longer. Sic was a writer, like him
self
He was so CEton;shcd by this discov-
cry that he ,knowlcdged her slight
bow in purely mechanical fashion.
and. having obtained his stamps. he
left the office with hurried good
night to muse err the surprising dis
covcry in his room.
Who could she nc? That was the
first question he asked himself. and he
/ took some pains TO- solve the matter.
! TO some extent Miss Latimcr WAS able
to crafty his cure ty. She had OBJ
tanned several particulars about her
friends new ledger. She was Il Miss
Rose Henderson, and her father had
been Il clergyman somewhere in
Devonshirc (Northmorc nodded his
head here with the air of a true
propheD. She was an orphan, and Il
nicer young lady there couldn't be. So
Mrs. Mason had declared.
This news did not throw much light
upon his neighbours literary identity.
The name of Rose henderson WAS I'M
known to him. but, Of course, She
( might use n pseudonym.
! During the days thai followed
| N0rthmore found his interest in his
pretty ncighbor increasing by leaps
and bounds. All her cumings and go
ings were events of Importance to
( him. He would watch her from be
hind his window curtains. and she in
I terfered with his work to Il degree that
was downright annoying.
one evening as he stood on the
watch she came to the window and
looked down the street. The postman
was coming up. and her eyes followed
him with an eagcrness that made
Eorthmore hope he would bring her
good news, an encouraging letter, say.
! or. better still one of those pleasant
1 little checks that do such lot TO
smooth the rough road on which the
writer travels. He had something for
her number. at any rate. Eorthmorc
saw her face leave the window then
as the man crossed over he wondered
what Fate had in store for him. n few
minutes later Miss Latimer appeared.
bearing a single letter. The address
was typewriter. and as he turned IL
over his heart gave quick jump, Tor
the Hap of the envelope was stamped
with the name and address OF me
Mayfair Magazine.
His fingers trcmbled as he tore 1t
omen. and his heart beat fast as he I'M
folded the sheet of flimsy paper
1t ran as follows:
THE Mayfair Magazine Fleet ST.
T.. c.. April l.. 1929.
Dear Sir:-I have read your story
entitled "A Bunch Of Daffodilf.' ana
should be pleased to see you apoul
the same on Wednesday afternoon az !
o'clock. Kindly let me know II 'h's
will be convenient to you.
Yours faithfully.
THE EDITOR.
Northmore's eyes spanked VIII
Measure as he read this note, ana a
he was on the point of sitting down L,
reply to it he suddenly wondered
the letter the girl opposite Ead re-
ceived contained such pleasant lhtciil'
oepce as his own, and he turned 10 the
window. hoping that his wishes me ~
be verified. 1t was dusk now ana d.
the gas was lighted and the blho no
drawn, he could see plainly mo '''
room. What he saw certainly SUI
prised him. The girl was eXecu'iis :
triumphant dance around tle 'ani
waving a sheet Of notepaper ABOVE "ei
head. Her news. then, was sooo' an
in his Joy he felt strong desire -
wave his welcome letter to fer' loi '
was Just in that mood when ne "ou.,
+ have offered his hand to his pitteie9
; enemy. o,,tod tim
, Five minutes before the appoli . .t,r Ar, n
on the important day found nm. ma, ii
l onrositc the Ofiices Of the MA ~ owl,
: felt distinctly nervous now that ~, ,n
. ical moment was at hand, anu iiin &c
was as timid as that OF Jui io,,t hi
[ | who wishes to see the eoitor go 80. ,rh
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