Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-12-17
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manuscript out seeking a publisher
homing pigeon it is too, III bet. l can't
pawn anything. She'd miss it,
How much will it COST"
He pursed up his mouth. Thirty dol
lars for her fare there and back. Ard
she can't get a decent outfit short Of
hundred" He was calculating with Il
mans helpless ignorance of the cost eff
feminine apparel
One hundred and ten dollars Izaal
said, to be begged, borrowed or stolen
before Christmas-and this is the goth
Wen, III do the Begging It's in my line.
Squire, you can"
Thanks tne squire growled THAT
seems to be in my line, all right"
and Marcus yolIr
'Oh. don't mention it. Don't mention
it," Mare said.
They separated to shut themselves IN
their rooms. Then Izaak made secret
exit from the back door Of the fat. carry
ia& bullying suitcase in one hand and a
parcel of books in the other-"to bal
ance." Marcus went through his beloved
collection and pocketed willing sacrifice
Of his best And the squire sat down be.
fore an unfinished manuscript and figured
in dollars and cents on the margin of it.
like a second Balzac
After Penelope had retired for the
night, one conspirator after another tip
toed to the dining room-which was at
the end Of the fiat most remote from
"Benedict's Hall'-and there coyertIy
opened bottle of ale and lit their pipes.
II ere was a silence of deep puffs Marc
said. solemnly: How much?"
Izaak spread his palms. "Dree dollars
und seN endy-yise zcnds for lie gaze"
Marcus Aurelius orunted Gosh! How
much for the clothes ?"
"Ach himmel! De gIothes!" Izaak
sighed. II used to think heap of those
clothes.'
Il know" the squire sympathized.
Whenever | see a Willy doing Fifth ave-
nue. in his new creases / have that CON
solation-th they'd look like thirty cents OH
a pawn ticket"
How much?" Mare insisted.
izaak groaned. Five dollars for my
Sunday black my only public trousers
and a fall oyercoat."
His watch, being of some value as Al,
antiquity" had brought 81, and his books
1920 His gross return. therefore. from
his sacrifice SALE" as he called it. was
Sl4.95. IF / can pay so cents on the
dollar" he said. its my limit"
Mare shook his head His watch-be-
ing gold--had brought IS. Three letters
had sold for $lS.75. His much priced first
edition, relic of his fathers library. had
gone for $ll. And | couldn't buy them
back for hundred" ne complained.
That's the difference between selling
and being sold"
Tho gnttfrr oJJcI m L., g,,,,.4.
two seventy" he announced MY 20
makes 70" He took long drink. well.
she'll have to do il on that"
lzaak lifted a reflective eyebrow. at
wouldn't be modest of me to part With
any more clothes" he said.
The squire snorted smoke Indignantly
through his nose. Rather not, he said
It's decent Of You two. You've done too
much already He frowned over new
difficulty. How am ! going to give it TO
lerf"
They smoked on that. Izaak suggest
cd; Santa CLAUSE"
Mare added: Andrew Carnegie.
Well. if you're going on that linc,n the
squire snccred. why couldn't one OF is
get an acceptance?"
lzaak Walton pointed at him with the
stem Of his pipe. Tag! You're it," he
said. Leave it to me-"
His hand was forced next morning by
finding in their letter box a long envelope
addressed to the squire, and in literary
bohemia the long envelope means "the
tact that the manuscript, which you have
been so kind to submit. has been found
unavailable for our uses" etc. Izaak
>nuggsed it to the squire, who confirmed
his worst fears. It's the only one
have out he said and she knows it,"
Hold ON, now" Izaak encouraged him.
1T isn't printed slip, is it?'
NO No. He SAYS he should
be pleased to take this story but al
though it is vrile and strone'-vah!
yah! yah!--it's too brutal in places"
lSaak cried out chortle. seized the
letter and Il bottle of ink cradicator which
they used on manuscripts and locked
himself in his room with the typewriter.
And when the squire mt luncheon.
opened the envelope which Izaak brought
to him as newly delivered by the post
man, the contents read: we should be
pleased to accept this story 1t is virile
and strong. \ check will be sent to Won
at the end Of the week"
The squire tlourished il at Penelope.
There is your trip homel"
She caught if from him. "Goody,
goody!" She cried, >troking out the folds
in the paper with tender palm. why.
what funny looking typewriting!'
They gathered behind her, winking
over her head. "Huh," the squire said.
=" suppose something happened their ma
chine. They seem to have used another
one after strong.
They certainly do" Penelope frowned.
Well her brother argued, "as long
as they send the check -"
And | notice by the taiors' ads"
lzaak said, that large checks are fash
ionahIe this year"
Penelope laughed. IAN right" She
agreed. IN wear the most of this one"
1t was arranged then that She should
separate from her husband on the day be-
f.Lta itt.W a