The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1902-01-18
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"Oh its bound to turn out all right"
said Oth1fston to himself, for perhaps the
twentieth time that evening. III strike
the story tonight, and write 1t to-
morrow. and get the check for it We'd
nesday morning A dollar is enough TO
kedy me until then"
He wound his fingers around the sill
Ever piece in his pocket and turned into
he:.glare of Broadway. 1t was mid
snan1er; the lazy, unhampered look O,
the street proclaimed that fact without
L the aid of an almanac or thermometer.
I An informal air of fellowship pervaded
the sidewalk; the loungers seemed to
4 say t. one another: Here we are in
NewsYork on an August night, and let's
make tife best of it," Young Ormiston
sauntered along with vague enjoy
ment .of. this elusive friendiness.
He enjoyed it the more because he
Was actd1ly friendless. From the office
ofsa ,eGstry newspaper in the South
EOrmis - had come to New York TO
make Sssune by writing stories. He
had many stories, and his for
ftane consisted of one round dollar. But
That morning some one had told Ormis-
<toh' Of a promising market for a two
Thousand word story if the manuscript
WAS in hand Wednesday,.
They are not likely to use this dia-
Eleet Seuthern stuff of yours" said the
Eoverwise informant "Try yarn of real
New York life. Something that might
Ehppen."
Ormiston had nodded and walked out.
Il was . schance-and yet story of
New York was as impossible to him as a
biblical epic To him the city was life
Tess Thing of stone and iron. All day
loss she chad -racked his brain for an
idea, The cool of the twilight had called
him out Of doors; and here he was, still
|hauntipg ahe streets and saying softly
ito kakself, 1.-THE story-the story-the
|steryw Where was it? Perhaps be-
hind the closed doors of the bank at the
|rorner, perhaps in the cab which rattled
|over the crossing. perhaps locked in the
Hives Of the two people who passed him
las he waited on the curb. The greatest
aofy in the world might be right under
his eyes and he unconscious.
In this mood he found himself, staring
down. side Street which hanked one Of
The dheatres left open at that season. A
(dQ.en or so boys had ranged themselves
AZ . row close to the playhouse in the
empty street down which Ormiston was
gazing. TIE little ganins stood there
|cxpectantfy. like soldiers waiting the
word Of command. Suddenly the Or
.chestra inside burst into the blare of
Iglorions qdickstep, the crash of brass
and drum broke through the wall, and
the anusic rang in the street with lively
FdistStsess.s The boys began to march
and countermarch over the asphalt. fol-
lowing the swing of the tune and cheer
ing now and again in an excess of ar
dor
That's queer" thought Ormiston 81
suppose they line up here every night
and wit for this. I wonder"
cesA .tl,is-be the story? The young
man laughed rather desperately and
iu1nHd essax he felt that his mind was
Eeo9 aepeiessiy wearied to take up an i'm
|ps0sionf Ne would have his bread and
I'll saud try TO sleep.
n 1snafeh which he had heard was
81. ~ .tlr finale of an act of the
for through the broad open
~ n. .SxM IN the lobby knots Of swell
tinGA gentIedicn in search Of the open
lL ssHitt aytf. his head was the iron
s&g so6 "a, fire escape, and from it
|suehteF. apd voices foated down to him.
Ehln he had crossed the street he
s9 .np.. A man and woman were
snding on the gallery; he was fan
- ~ HI the two were leaning ever
astrade sand looking at the news
pa who were. still lettering on the
Atohmt be}mss .&a
I Tx <Htlr ripok a coin from his pocke.,
eeset it sessfs and Ormiston heard it |
aGlf ii Aes STREET. The boys howled
mvlnaamslv sand plunged Info wild
y -. IN honey, rolling about in a |
reie6 ietfhent A policeman near BY
inned sympatheticaly at the hustle for
nth, various leungers drew closer to