New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-05-02
a Question Of Memory.
By PAUL CRESWICK.


d aoF sSa GRss them hustled herself
rune OF vi9lets and forsOtten things behind heA
the sound of departing carriage wneeIs Hs
'a g4s eiot Inen n9arIlly-uttery Wen. I'm
ne stopped snort, and returned to his desk
~ ne Tniolaed the paper and glanced casually
He looked at the end c,IeyeT sTI t ne admi11Sd
der der, If there's anythns in what She SAYS: would
manuscript in his small handwriting: then Sel
out permitting himself pause TO relenf he 49,
dressed the envelope to his agent stamped it, rang
Post tina: at once. will you2'' he ordered cooly.
Within three posts the manuscript was returned
with incredulous note from The agent
. NV dear chap II began somewhat Familiarity
madness? You send me queer little piece:
thoughtful, anaiy tiCal. and done with more than
your your usual style. so much III freely ADMIT. But
where is the story? Don't you know. by now. that
you ever since we started together: and with the
R Res' results Tor both OF US | can sell YOUR stun
hnd market for the Isst-if you insist Gnu can
haven't the leisure for it, or the patisnce-or me
understanding Secondly. they can only appreciate
tudo level Hang IT, man-remember how -
- books sell! Lastly. as regards style. the pub
NC honestly Don care one way or tother For
give my brutality, and let me know what I'm to
The. Eminent Novelist Paeifed the agent by with
drawing the obnoxious piece. and sending him two
Then the Eminent Novelist waited for the return
InWardIT he was i'G SiSurbSs little Hs ,.,,
some sense Of triumph that her fmpudent notion OF
fooling the public should have failed dismally
the very outset,
Moreover. on reflection, he decided that the agent
had sought to soften his rejection of the MS. and
so had ingeniously implied it TO be roo good"
ON the whole. the violet girl hadn't actually
Having thus entirely disposed OF her. the Emil
n nf N9y9ist glanced second time az her story
climax the vonngpess., ~ tbe fbjTS ~ sbTgs5
indulgenty toward the quaint rounding Of her SEN
one two phrases stirred him; indeed he slIovsei
reIacIanty that there was merit in the piece
method
, Time slnoOths away the epOchs in lives;
My next book will be all margin But don't
suppose the public will appreciate the delicate
satirical, Ell? Another phase Of youth, Tie re-
turned to his work His new daring novel-''TIeart
She came. with her faint fragrance Of violets ard
ttude of tolerance toward her and strove TO lessen
story Did you Sign it,
And send 1t orr
Yes was weak enough 70 dare much" Hs
Il sent ii away without woodland the secret srii
remains between me two OF US was piqued into
reply, returning the story the very next night"
She read it, standing; her own expression unread
able. She sat down suddenly in the chair he silent
~ offered and read the note second time He
perceived as she bent her pretty head, that her
nalr was or q very charming COOr-red gold and
shining He fancied she did not look I'D. that
perhaps she was-crying.
He made the effort then 70 break an awkward
silence; but she interrupted him his first words.
in a strange stifed manner:
Did YOU say hundred guineas" she asked.
"Or was it pOTnds2
Il don't think ! Quite
You said that II 7 could really prove your WORK
70 Re falling away, YOU would give
'Oh. yes hundred guneas TO any charity you
cared TO name" he remarked stifiy. II had not
forgotten. The offer Is still OPEN
She raised her eyes-they cleaned maliciously az
him, as her cheeks began TO dtmple. Perhaps You
Will ne good enough 20 get out Your CheCkbook.
she remarked. calmly returning him the agents
note.
What do YOU neau?'
The story Is your Own. II appeared IN Young
People Tn August. 1859. ] II then. and
week ago had il typed I brought il with ma the
other morning for two reasons
zone OF which know murmured the Eminent
Novelist. commanding himself most surprisingly.
A sudden suspicion had helped him parry
otherwise deadly thrust. He reached for his check
hundred guineaS." he wrote rapidly. to-
''Muriel CoUrtenay." the violet girl answered de-
murey.
He filled up the check signed it, IL out Of
the book. without betraying his agitation. He
rose and crossed TO her with the paper futterns
feebly IN his hand. And how ia the cider orchard
now. MUriel?' he questioned. in a would-he dry
voice. DO YOU play there Still9
Not for many years" she told him. in her val
liant manner. As her frank eyes held his repentant
glance. she made full coufession-''but-I DO not
forget" she added: in gentle. almost motheriy
tone--CThe Bystauder