CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1903-07-02


do ;-ot by search "A l. ti.part
er might start out so.l lrrow 10 hun.
aimessly for news and not run across
an item In n week Eii let I. "a visit
police headquarters. wli;rr all the
crime of great city Is .-Aronicied or
the courts OF justice. OF .'I'npln- of
fees. or the headquarters OF any great
industry. and his search is likely To he
rewarded. But Robinson did MT know
this. Besides. being untiailed. he Il 1
cot know what the word news" uie.lnt
In the vernacular II he had run ncrDss
an item Of international Importance, he
would not have recognized Its value
Two days work along this line con
vinced him of the useiessness Of his ef
forts. and he became despairlng.
Why was 1t. he reasoned TO bimsrlf
as he sat on the humble bed under the
roof. that he could not get n chance tn
show what he could do? And the next
day was New Years. What hallowcJ
memories We're conjured up by thaf
name! They would miss him at the old
farmhouse I'm Cayuga county ON the
morrow. He could not write home for
money. because that would be an nc
acknowledgement OF defeat His relatives
expected great things Of him. And
there was Nellie. the blue eyed girl. to
whom he was veritable Sir Galahad
What would she say when she heard
that all those beautiful tales which he
read to her in the orchard had been re-
fused by every Newspaper Of sta ndinR
In New York; Then Robinson buried
his face In his pillow and went to sleep
hungry. for only 10 cents remained Of
his $50.
In the effort to dispose OF his manu-.
script Robinson had visited every news-
paper office In the city except one. This
newspaper. by reason Of Its acknowi.
edged superiority over all the others.
had frightened the young author. He
did not have the confidence to think
that he could write anything at for its
columns. But now that he was liter
ally driven TO the wall Robinson re
solved to beard the Park row literary
lion in his den and II he failed he
would go back to the farm and milk
the cows. His breakfast consisted OF
two rolls and a cup OF coffee. leaving
him a cnsb capital of 3 cents. Before
starting on his forlorn hope he picked
out from among his manuscripts q
short descriptive sketch OF mountain
brook. II was the gem Of his coIlec-
ton. In glowing language he had pic
tured the rippling cascades. the silvery
pools the Kaleidoscope trout. the trees
whispering overhead. together with all
the light and color of the woodland.
This was the little brain child upon
which he had expended more time than
upon any other He was satisfied that
II II were rejected he could do no bet
ter and that he was indeed faiiure.
How gingeriy he went up the staircase
leading to the editorial roomsl With
what timorous glnnccs his eyes roamed
over the dusty apartment which had
sheltered 30 many men OF genius. And
his voice was scarcely audible Hs he
said TO the office boy;
Can | see the mana ging cditorr'
"Certainiy. sir. Come right In"
Wonder OF wonders! A courteous
office boy!
Shaking In every limb. he approac ch.
ed the autocrnt behind his rosewood
desk.
"well. Mr.. Robinson. what can I do
for your" said he cordially.
II called to offer a short sketch for
publication in your paper" replied
Robinson In n voice strengthened by
his kindly reception.
"Ah. thank your said the great man.
taking the manuscript from Robinson's
trembling fingers and thrusting II into
q pigeonhole. "Glad to get II. sir: glad
to get It. Always looking for new ideas
from you young men. Good day. sir"
The editor turned to his mail. and
Robinson walked down stairs with his
head erect and his shoulders squared.
He did not know that. even though his
sketch might be accepted. II would
probably be two weeks before It would
be printed and then there would inter.