Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1901-10-26

remedy for nervous prOstratlon. l new
er had known Beatrice to eat any such
preparation, but what she had been TAX
ing seemed to have robbed her of her
spirit. At any rate, she sulIenly drank
and ate, as prescribed, and fled to her
room.
At noon she again was limited to the
training table" as we began to term
it. / never had seen mother so tickled.
| believe she was assured that already
Beatrice's brain had visibly enlarged.
All day it was: Charles, don't go
upstairs! You will disturb Beatrice. =
Helen, be quiet. Don't you know
jacket for you, VIII. You might annoy
Beatrice" Even the doOrbell was muf-
fed.
At tea Beatrice briefly announced:
IN read it to You tonight"
Its done, them inquired mother, in
an awe-stricken voice.
Beatrice nodded.
She did read it to us. and quite enter
tanning we found it. dealing, just as she
had explained it, with man who was
in love with (; woman" and the har-
rowing things they endured before. they
finally were united.
What a world of tenderness and pride
was in that kiss with which mother
commended the author, at the end.
The reading was followed by a discus
SloH as 10 the perlOulcai 10 De Favored
with this production.
At length the lucky publisher was Sc
lected and in the morning, early, the
story was mailed.
Il wonder. if they'll illustrate it?" /
remarked.
'Of courser' said mother quick as a
flash, witheringly.
Now ensued a time of suSnense. We
figured that it would take two days for
the manuscript to reach its destination,
and that we ought to hear from it in
about week. Possibly a few days more
than that would be necessary, in order
to give the editors plenty of time for de-
Gliding on the proper remuneration.
On the third day the tension in the
house had become almost uncomfortable.
Even father was fidgety. Outwardly, at
least, Beatrice was the calmest of all.
l caught mother porting over an old copy
or the -------- magazine; she shame
facedly explained that she wanted to see
what other people wrote for it.
The next morning when / was in my
room mother entered, and with great care
to close the door tight, stood looking at
me. sorrowfully. Her right hand was
behind her. She was so white that she
frightened me.
whats the matter?'' 1 demanded.
starting forward
Hush" she cautioned, motioning
toward beatflce room, from whence is
sued Beatrice's voice, merrily singing:
oh, dear! What shall we do! Poor
Beer'
You don't mean-Y' | stammered
the shocking import of her words rush
ing upon me.
Il do. I do"' she cried, with little
wall 'Its-its been sent backw And
she held toward me bulky envelope.
Her lower lip curved out like that of
grieved child-so pitiable when con-
trasted with her wrinkled, old face.
But Bee doesn't seem to mind" l re-
monstrated, comfortingly, still hearing
the blithe singing.
Moo, she said she was tired of being
an author, and not allowed to eat and
drink like other people," confessed moth
er. "But-but it's such a nice story.
and | don't believe they even read it.
/"
And here, with a sob. mother actually
threw herself ON my bed and wept bit
terly. | gently patted her. gray hair, and
tried to soothe her.
Really, you see, it was not Beatrice's
story, after all, even though it was she
who penned it.-What to Eat.