The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1907-05-25


striking four.
20 dear! dear! dear! for an inspi-
ration" she sighed. Then she sud.
denly recalled that this was perhaps
the fifty-frst sigh she had sacrificed
and still her head was as empty as a
shell.
Ever since she had decided to enter
the short-story contest, she had wait
ed for an inspiration. Her childlike
faith which she still adhered to
caused her to confide in certain for
mer inspirations. Once, during
siege Of inconsistencies. she had writ
ten a poem which they all praised.
She had somehow always felt that if
she were very good and did her best
she would be duly recompensed, and
SO her prayers were faithfully said
and many little deeds of kindness
done, while she was waiting for the
inspiration.
Not that Sarah Louise waited in
idleness. Oh, no! Every minute OF
her spare time she created heroes and
heroines and formed plots; but her
characters were very unruly and to
punish them she sent them up In
smoke. In hope of seeing something
which might suggest a plot for her
story, she would take long walks over
the University hill and farm, but the
cattle, horses, or even the goats which
the Idaho State Agriculture Depart
ment was SO fond of writing about,
had no story for her.
AS the time drew nearer when she
must have her story finished, she even
had shy hopes of dreaming some
thing which would be useful to her,
for had she not dreamed out an arith-
metic problem once? and nearly every
night she dreamed little songs and
rhymes, some of which she had writ
ten in her memorandum. In the
morning, between the time when her
mother opened the door and called
her, she could dream a dream of
amazing length, land some of them
were really interesting, too. But her
dreams seemed suddenly to degen-
crate in quality and even the subjects
were no longer choice. 1t was very
disappointing to her when she would
wake of a morning to find that she
had dreamed only of Edward Gilmore
She couldn't see why she should
dream so much about him, tall,
lank. freckled-face Sophomore, whose
greatest enjoyment in life seemed to
be in teasing someone, especially a
sweet dispositioned person like her.
He had his story almost written and
said it was very good because he had
chosen his heroine with care and she
was perfect lady. though he would
not reveal her name.
Dear me! II could only do some
thing, just this once, should never
complain again. Wouldn't the folks
be pleased thought"
1t was for their sake she had en-.
tered the contest Her mother had
hoped for so much from her. Sarah
had been quick to see this and to II
she attributed her ambitions. She
had thought that her mother was
disappointed in her when she did not
come up with other girls In singing
playing, or entertaining. At first she
was prone to be jealous of them, but
being a sensible girl, she decided thai
1t was her own fault, not theirs. tina
she was inferior and could not do a.
much as they. Gradually this feeling
took possession OF her and she hat
come to look upon 1t as kind of fate
that try as hard as she might, some
one was always doing better than she
III only l should" then she fell t
musing just how she would break thu
news to her mother; wouldn't 1t be ,
joke to telegraph 1t though. Sh'
would certainly buy her mother some
thing with the money. Then sh,
would chide herself.
But how can l, when there
Helen whom everyone says is 81
smart; she has her story all write,
and the girls say it is just fine. Ant
even Edward thinks his is good. Poo
boy! wouldn't mind II he would ge
1t. but then don't think he will stan,
any more of a show than l do, al
though believe he deserves 1t for HI
has been working hard on his story
Here it's Saturday after fou
o'clock and this must be in by Mon
day evening, Tomorrow is the Sab
bath, and / shall not write then TO
am sure wouldn't have any luck
| Only from now till ten o'clock. :"
She had begun to lose faith in he
hope Of an inspiration coming to her
II know what I'll do" she eageri.