The Delta independent., 1902-05-09

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 IS. and
the naughty ogre has beenk killed on by
,partaking of 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
toints. SO to speak. at the knees ana
elbows
TBut I'll tell you who poses for my
v!l'ains-all OF them" detained the
r. Y. W., with vehemence. Mister
Dennis Q. Smith. commonly caliea
Denny. Fate tried to conceal him, l
suppose. but wish she had gone far
enough to have him born in settle
merit OF the railroad in Afghanistan.
and made Afghanistan an undiscover-
ed island. and instigated international
laws against exploring. Denny Is
smiling. good-natured chap. too, am
could like him. were he not fool
enough to see the good qualities In the
AL like. and to carry his audacity
TO the point OF liking her also"
Nothing being forthcoming from the
inscnsate vial. the r. Y. w. kept It up.
with much satisfaction
But let him smile and smile-he1l
always be my villains He's been the
hard hearted usurer. that turned
out the widows and orphans In
tho cold. cold snow: he's been the
fai;hless lawyer that destroyed the
will and left the rightful heir nothing
but a mourning ring and starvation.
He's committed every daz.ardly deed
from treason and arson to bolting the
straight Prohibition ticket: and In
our present story. Bot. I've made him
the horrible ogre. a Hendish outcast.
and carried his degradation to such
degree as to make him opposed to the
highsy criticism. and in disgrace with
the administration.
i've heaped indignity. contumely.
and insult upon him. I've made him
q victim Of moving accidents by neld
and Aood. I've shufiied him on this
mortal coil by every known means
from the wheel and rack to choking to
death on . collar button. notwith-
standing which. I Invariably md him
occupying her front steps or parlor
sofa O. night on Tuesdays. Thursdays
and Sunday1.
But never mind, Bot. I'm sure she's
mine
So what care
q 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
" 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
t..s woodwork was.
why, what on earth. Nan" he
began.
~ have something TO tell you. Dick"
replied the young lsuy. IN = tone thA'
might have been nrmer.
You must have But won't you
have . chair!"
NO. II won't take but 4 minute
she went on. 'Dick, I'm going to be
married"
Now Dick" had often imagined
her telling him this very thing. and
himself nobly rcsisning her. acknowl-
edxing his own utter unworthiness.
wishing her Joy. and DO on. A quite
human sort OF picture and one that
most lovers have sometimes conjured
up. Nevertheless, II 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 H." said the girl. half de-
dantly. but hia uncle died and left