Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1901-06-10


her how l feel, what l will try to do,
what"
Your words will have to go to
heaven to reach her." replied the doc
tor.
The story ended abruptly.
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."
ut 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 l did," replied Webb.
And I'm afraid the readers would
be dissatisfied with the way it ends"
continued Mansfield
After a pause the writer-man said:
What are you gong to do with it,"
'Tll give you a hundred dollars for
II, buJ IL Iue way IL
ends-or rather. doesn't end"
What good is it to you, them"
The editor put his hand affectionate-
ly on the writer-mans 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 a button.
ASK the cashier to make a 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
his hat. At that moment the boy ap-
peared 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
well 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 l 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 a 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:
ut is an amusing story, but, to be
candid, it is hardly up to our stand
ard"
"In other words" she interrupted,
at 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 for
moment.
well, 'hen, is 1t bad enough?"
The editor and writrr-man exchang-
ed quick and significant glances. Here
was an opportunity the Harvard man
had not looked for.
81 don't know. Perhaps if l 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 il
let you publish it as an awful exam
ple?"
zone hundred dollars"
"It's yours"
But even though we publish the
story with pen name, will not some
of your friends recognize it and SO
cause you notification"
Miss Jencks chuckled sweetly. "You
don't suppose l was fool enough to let
any of my friends know I wrote a love
story, do you?"
The writer-man and the editor look
ed at each other caImly.-New York
Independent.