The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1908-05-03

NO haven't the least, But my vife's got some
thing on her mind. and she's had something on her
mind for long time 1t amt anything new.
why don't ask herr
7 have asked her and she says that Of course she's
got something on her mind; that she amt fool You
can get around sylvia she never would tell any
thing unless she had made up her mind to it, She amt
like most women
Then turned the corner of the street leading
to his school and the conversation ceased with
onder his part to Henry be disturbed about
Henrys reply rang back as the two men went their
serious" he said almost angriy.
Horace however disposed to differ with him.
He argued that of Sylvia Whtman's type
not change her and grow retrospective for
nothing He was inclined to think there might be
ton. however, pictured some disease which she
eoncealing from all about her but which caused her
never eeasing anxiety and perhaps pain That night he
looked critically at her and rather confirmed in his
opinion sylvia had certainly grown thin and the lines
in her face had deepened into burrows She looked
much older than she had before she received her in
looking happier. a struggling sort fashion.
Was the cause of the p or the
the more because that night he had found in the
postoffce story of whose acceptance he had been
almost sure, accompanied with
muia which arouses at once wrath and humiliation
tore it uP and threw the bits along the road
1t scattered the few blossoms remaining the
and many leaves and the bits of the civy hypocrit-
ca note OF thanks and noncompliance flew with them
the wings of the storm wind. Horace gazed up
at the clouds overhead which looked like the rapids of
terrible heavenly river, overlapping other
s shell IKE shares and moving With intense fury e
house, and then reflected that he might
script in his pocket seemed to weigh down his very
soul. He recalled various stories in
the current magazines of late seemed to him
that his story compared favorably with
jected his seemed to him
that he right in thinking O He had a
sickening sense of being pitted against something
which he could not gainsay, which his convictions
to the rights of in authority their
own opinions forbade him to question
The editors had perfect right return my story
even If is whit worthy of publication,
'worthier than anything which has ared in
their magazine for twevemonth." he told himself
He realized that he dependent upon tho pub
lies opinion concerning the merit of his work; he
could not be until the work in print but he
comba ting the opinions appealing to them. of
few whose critical abilities might biased by
thousand personal e
concern. and with which he could interfere He
felt that there a broad general injustice in the
situation. but absolute right to facts
These were to whom given the power to
accept refuse No could question their right to
use that Horace said himself that he
probably fool to entertain for single moment
hope of under such conditions. Good Lord.
it might depend whether the readers had indi
geston' he thought, and at the time he
cepted the situation with philosophic pride OF
sand, he told himself IF don't get the chance
other fellow does. and there's mortal way but
make the best of it, unless make fool of myself
Horace exceedingly alive the lack of dignity
of who kicked against the prcks. He
himself that if he could not Rose. if he could
not ask her. why he must accept his fate attack it
to his undong not deplore it to his ignoniny
all re rather curiously leaving the girl
her possible view of the matter entirely OF the
question.
Horace while he not in the least self depreca-
tory and disposed to be just in his estimate OF
himself of other men. egotisticaL II did
really him that Roses fancy too mi ht
swerved her his had done; that might
cause her suffering 1t simply seemed to him that he