Churchill standard. (Fallon, Nev) 1903-1908, 1906-04-07
THE MAGIC STORY.

was sitting alone in the cafe, and
had just reached for the sugar prepare
tory to putting it into my coffee. While
| dreamed and slipped, the door opened
and closed, NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS..
Sturteyant was an u~ndeniable failure,
but, withal, an artist Of more than
ordinary talent.
As | raised my eyes to his | was
conscious of mild surprise at the
change in his appearance. He was not
dressed differently, yet there was some
thing new and strange in his appear
ance. | noted the brightness of his
usual lack-luster eyes, and the health
full, hopeful glow upon his cheek, with
increasing amaZement.
Have you lost a rich uncle?" l
asked.
NO" he replied calmly, "but I have
found my mascot"
"Brindle bull, or terrier?" l inquired.
Courier" said Sturtevant, at length,
l"I see that I have surprised you. 1t is
not strange, for | am a surprise to my
self. | I'M a new man, a different man,
land the alteration has taken place in
the last few hours"
DO you know an artist who pos
sesses more talent than II" he asked,
presently. mo. Do you happen to
know anything in the line of my pro-
fession that | could not accomplish, if
| applied myself to it? No. Tomorrow
my new career begins. Within a month
| shall have a bank account. Why?
Because have discovered the secret of
success"
The Strange Story
"Yes," he continued, my fortune is
made. | have been reading a strange
story, and, since reading it, l feel
that my fortune is assured. 1t will make
your fortune, TOO. All you have to do
is to read it. You have no idea what
it will do for you"
you amaze me-" I said, wondering
won't you tell me the story? l should
like to hear it."
Certain. l mean to tell it to the
whole world. This morning | was starv-
ing. | had gone to three of the papers
for which | had done work, and had
been handed back all that had sub
mitted. Then l found the story and
read it."
But what is the story, Sturtevant?"
Wait; let me finish. | took those
same old drawings to other editors,
and every n of them was accepted at
once"
The waiter interrupted us at that
moment, informing Sturtevant that he
was wanted at the telephone, and, with
a word of apology, the artist left the
table. Five minutes later | saw him
rush out into the sleet and wind and
! disappear.
One night, on the street, l encounter
ed Avery, a former college chum, then
a reporter on one of the evening papers.
Hello. old chan" he said; "how's
the world using you? Still on space?"
yes" | replied, bitterly, with pros
poets of being on the town shortly. But
you look as if things were coming
your way. Tell me about it,"
His Friends All Hear 1t.
Things have been coming my way,
for a fact, and it is very remarkable.
You know Sturtevant, don't you? It's
all due to him. l was plumb down on
my luck when | met S%turtevant. He
told me a story, and, really, old man,
it is the most remarkable story you
ever heard; it made a new man of me.
1T must be a remarkable story" |
said, incredulously. "Sturtevant men,
toned it to me once. l have not seen
him since. Where is he now?"
"He has been making war sketches
in Cuba, at two hundred a week; he's
just returned. 1t is a fact that every
body that has heard that story has
done well since. There are Cosgrove
and Phillips,-friends of mine,-you
don't know them. S%turtevant told
them the story, and they have expert
enced the same results that | have;
and they are not the only mes either"
do you know the story?" [ asked.
"Will you try its effect upon me?"
certainly; with the gseatest plea
sure in the world. Excuse me a minute
will you? | see Danforth over there.
Back in a minute, old chap"
He nodded and smiled,-and was
gone. l saw him join the man whom he
had designated as Danforth. My atten-
ton was distracted for an instant, and,
when | looked again, both had dis
appeared.
If the truth be told, l was hungry.
My pocket at that moment contained
exactly five cents; just enough to pay
my fare uptown. but insufficient also
TO stand the expense of filling my
stomach. There was a might owl"
wagon in the neighborhood, where |
had frequently stood up the puryeyor
of midnight dainties, and to him | ap-
piled. He was leaving the wagon as |
was on the point of entering it, and |
accosted him
I'm broke again." I said, with ex-
IRENE cordiality. You'll have to trust
me once more. Some ham and eggs, |
think, will do for the present."
He coughed, hesitated a moment. and
then re-entered the wagon with me.
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