The Jennings daily record., 1902-05-28

! ing Young Writer. fitting back In his
| chair from the table and confidentially
addressing the ink receptacle, I'VE
! come to the end of the story
.'The beautiful Princess has been
rescued; the Prince has undergone as
many hair-breadth escapes as we can
| really afford to throw in for So. and
the naughty ogre has been killed off by
partaking of a box, Of poisoned dragons
| sent anonymously through the mails.
An up-to-date touch, that last, Botty.
my boy"
The container of writing fluid re-
naming unresponsive, he continued.
Some folks say. Mr.. Bottle. that
writer always pictures in his hero
himself. but I doubt that. l guess my
heroes are mostly composite creatures,
with just enough of me in their make
up to furnish them with movable
joints. so to speak. at the knees and
elbows
But I'll tell yon who poses for my
villains-all of them" declaimed the
r. Y W. with vehemence. Mister
Dennis O.. Smith. commonly called
Denny Fate tried to conceal him. |
suppose. but 1 wish she had gone far
enough to have him born in settle
ment off the railroad in Afghanistan
and made Afghanistan an undiscover-
ed island. and instigated international
laws against exploring. Denny Is
smiling, 1oodnatured chap. too, and
I could like him. We're he not fool
enough to see the good qualities in the
girl l like, and to carry his audaclty
to the point Of liking her also
Nothing being forthcoming from the
insensate vial the R. Y W. kept it up.
with much satisfaction.
But let him smile and smile-hell
always be my villains. He's been the
hard-hearted usurer, that turned
out the widows and orphans in
the cold cold snow; he's been the
faithless lawyer that destroyed the
will and left the rightful heir nothing
but mourning ring and starvation.
He's committed every dastardly deed |
from treason and arson to boiling the |
straight Prohibition ticket; and in |
our present story. Bot, I've made him |
the horrible ogre, fiendish outcaSt. |
and carried his degradation to such |!
degree as to make him opposed to the |
higher criticism, and in disgrace with |
the administration.
I've heaped indignity, contumely, |
and insult upon him. I've made him |
victim of moving accidents by field !
and flood I've shuftied him off this |
mortal coil by every known means |
from the wheel and rack to choking to
death on a collar button. notwith-
standing which. | invariably find him
occupying her front steps or parlor
sofa O. night on Tuesdays. Thursdays
and Sundays.
But never mind. Bot. I'm sure she's
mine
So what care |
Though Smith be nigh?
I'll live for Nan
For Nan I'll die
A knock came upon the door The
warbler arose and admitted. decided
ly 10 his surprise and discontinue the
very lady. the subject OF his impas-
stoned ditty and object Of his affec-
tions. Perhaps he wondered how thick
tie woodwork was.
Why. what on earth, Nan" he
began.
81 have something to tell you. Dick
replied the young lady. in a tone that
might have been tirmer.
You must have But won't you
have a CHAIR"
No. it won't take but a minute.
aie went Oh LICK. III gong TO be
Now Dick" had often imagined
her telling him this very thing, and
himself nobly resigning her. acknowl-
adging his own utter unworthiness
wishing her joy, and so on. quite
human sort of picture and one that
most lovers have sometimes conjured
UP. Neverthe less, it hit him hard,
and the only speech he could frame
was the very unromantic, yet natural
question. Who to-"
You know-Denny.
But isn't this rather sudden"
Maybe it is" said the girl. half de-