River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1904-11-24

| thoroughly she understood him. And,
! Jim, the letter was mine, word for word,
! just as I had written it. 1t was strange
how well it fitted in. The story seemed
/ to have been written around it. The
{ man realized that he had found his ideal
and that his life would never again seem
empty. He did not know her name, but
be knew that he loved her, and his con-
slant prayer was that she would come
to him. The story was called, "A Hidden
Flower Isn't it romantic?"
ITS silly foolishness, Kate, loving
| people you never saw"
! ''You wouldn't think so, Jim, II you
had read his stories. | have them all
| here"
/ She produced a book made of heavy
water color paper tied with pale pink
I ribbons and covered with pink and blue
splashes. evidently intended for flow
ers. The stories, clipped from the news
| papers. were pasted in the book and on
! the wide margins were more splashes
| for Illustrations
Don't you care TO read them, Jim?"
| she asked, as he handed the ridiculous
| little book back to her.
Much obliged but might spoil those
swell trimmings. Say, Kate, I can make
as good living for you as he can. !
| amt twin soul, but I've got good farm
and I'll give you most anything you
want"
mo, jim" she said, firmly. "You
! must marry some girl who will be con-
tent with your kind of a life. I could
| never be. My soul has been expanding
and realize how narrow such a life
would be. I should be starved"
Starved" growled Jim, "and me with
hundred and sixty good acres"
"Are you the Sunday editor?"
A girl asked the question. She was
| very pretty. but there was sentimental
droOp about her mouth and a cultivated
look of appeal in her eyes. She wore a
thin, white dress, white shoes, a pale
blue sash and white hat covered with
| pink roses.
eyes, I am the Sunday editor" said
the gentleman at the desk
They told me downstairs to come up
here and you would tell me what I
wanted to know wish to see Mr.. Wei
don Wentworth"
The editor gave her keen look. Hes
| out" he said. CURLY
when will ne be in?" she asked
HE has left the city for an indefinite
! period"
ooh" said the girl, family. ooh,
has her"
"Is there anything can do for you?"
asked the editor.
mo, sir, thank you. I wanted to see
him-Mr. Wentworth"
"Sit down." said the editor, kindly,
''and tell me why you want to see Mr.
Wentworth
The girl took the chair ne pushed to-
ward her. II wanted to see him because
-because-I can't tell you very well,
sir"
''Do you know him?" he asked.
mot exactly" she said, timidly, ~
have read all his stories"
The editor smiled. "You liked them,
didn't your"
eyes, sir They are splendid"
"And you wanted to see Mr. Went
worth because you thought he would be
as splendid as his stories?"
Eyes, sir" she said, bashfully.
The editor looked thoughtfully at his
desk for several minutes. Then he
turned to the little country girl. II am
sorry to have to tell you this" he said,
slowly "but think you ought to know
it. Mr.. Wentworth is not a splendid fell
To fc OF of oil &ho inI ~ ~,
you think he is. Hem fact, there is no
such person as Mr.. Weldon Wentworth"
mo such persona" she repeated,
bIankly.
Except on paper Weldon Wentworth
does not exist, never has existed. and
probably never will. He is only name"
"But-but the stOries""
They were written by the reporters
in this Office. The boys take turns at
writing them and that is the reason
there is such variety of styles. They
have not much literary merit, but they
have been popular. Weldon Wentworth
is only name that half dozen report
ers write under"
She sat dazed and uncomprehending
There never was any Weldon Went
worth?"
Il am sorry, but there never was"
"And he never wrote any stories"
The editor shook his head
The weak, pretty face was pale and
miserable. Then there wasn't any
thing" she said, hopelessly.
The editor was silent
81 guess I'd better 60" she said, sadly.
'Goodby, sir
A few days later Jim came into the
kitchen of the Morse home and found
Kate on her knees energetically scrub
bing the floor.
Hello, jim" she said, Hospitality
shaking a soapy brush at him.
"Scrubbin'?" he asked
Looks like it, doesn't it?"
You sure know how TODD it," he said,
admiringly. Say, Kate, there are some
floors over at my horse and I want girl
to scrub emf I sou,6 ssd one who
liked to scrub"
81 like TO scrub Jim she said, shyly.
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