The Globe-republican., 1902-05-15
The Story with a Sequel.
(Copyrie7as- 1909, by Daily storv Pssb- Co.

And now. Bot" announced the RIs-
ing Young Writer. fitting back IN his
chair from the table AID conhGentialiy
addressing the ink receptacle we
come to the end of the story
THE beautiful Princess has been
rescued; the Prince has undergone as
many hair-breadth escapes as can
really afford to throw in Tor IS, and
the naughty ogre has been killed off by
partaking of a box CT poisoned dragons
sent anonymously through the mails
An up-to-date touch, that last BottE,
my boy
The container of writing fluid re-
naming unresponsive. he continued
ssSome folks say, Mr. Bottle. that a
writer always pictures in his hero
himself, but 1 doubt that 1 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 AMI
elbows
But I'll tell you who poses for my
vi1lains-aII of them" acclaimed the
R. Y W. with vehemence. Mister
Denny. Fate tried to conceal him,
suppose, but I wish she had gone far
enough to have him born in a settle
ment off the railroad in Afghanlstan
and made Afghanistan an und1scoVer-
ed island and insti gated international
laws against exploring. Denny is
smiling, good-natured chap, too, ana
could like him, were he not fool
enough to see the good qualities in the
girl I like. and to carry his audaclty
to the point CT liking her also
Nothing being forthcoming from the
insensate vial, the R Y ". kept It up
with much satisfaction
But let him smile and srnile-he'n
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, a fendish outcast,
and carried his degradation to such a
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
a victim of moving accidents by field
and flood. I've shuf1ed him off this
mortal coil by every known means
from the wheel and rack to choking to
death 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 1
Though Smith be nigh?
I'll live for Nan
For Nan I'll de-
A knock came upon the door. The
warbler arose and admitted, decided
Iy TO his surprise and discontinue, the
very lady, the subject of his impas-
stoned ditty and object of his affec-
lions. Perhaps he wondered how thick
tie woodwork was
Why, what on earth, Nan" he
began.
It have something to tell you. Dick
replied the young lady, in a tone that
might have been frmer-
you must have But won't you
have a chair2"
mo, it won't take but a minute
she went on. *+Dick, I'm going to DE
Now Dick had often imagined
her telling him this very thing, and
himself nob1y resigning her, acknowl- |
edging his own utter unworthiness, |
wishing her joy, and so A quite
human sort of picture and that |
most lovers have sometimes conjured
up. Nevertheless, it hit him hard, |
and the only speech he could frame |
was the very unromantc, yet natural |
question, ssWhO top
, You know-Denny.''
But isn't this rather sudden?"
Maybe it isl said the girl, half de-