The daily Alaskan., 1909-09-29

to Sl,2UO, ,OOO.--MlnlnBe rlnhucihi NeWS colonel after moments thought, 'I'n make you promise. If you don't take that prize Iypromise to find a husband for you within a year. What do you say to, that? You are sure of the prize. however, and will have to live and die an old maid" i'-i''s''
 And that evening as the colonel smoked his cigar on the yeranda with friend he whispered in conhdence:
 Not word to a living soulTnot . wordl Therell be thousands of stories sent in, but Phyllis will take the'cake. Bound to, sir-bound to. She's smart and then she's the daughter of an old soldier. The first page made me hitch around on my chair, and the second brought tears to my eyes. 1t VIII Do a story topset thousands ,weeping s;
 The story was finished at last read and reread and then sent of. With it went another confidential letter from the colonel. He pointed out its many strong points to save the editer time. and he assured him that at least forty friends of his had pronounced 1t a gem and wanted ten copies of the is- sue in which 1t was printed. He also referred again to his war record.
 There was month of waiting. Dur ing this time the colonel never fal. tered. When Phyllis became despond- ent and discouraged he patted her on the head and replied: ,a.' . tssAl' -"Why, the editor must have time to recover from, his emotions after read. ing your story. Bound to win-bound to. Thirty years In the service of my country. and this Is the first story my daughter has written, You may re celve a $500 check at any moment. If I 1t had been acommon story ,ssomething to. lauga at. 5balderdash love story. but 1t, was pathos. you see. Egad,, but think Of your old father weeping over a story" s'-'' ."1 ri" s- H'Ls ."'-A'-
 One day, pathetic manuscript was returned, and inclosed with 1t was q notice that such and such story had won the prize. The colonel canne homo with the letter in his hand. q nls7as [
 But l was afraid 1t might fail."' said Phyllis as she took 1t and went away 1 to weep over 1t and wonder what everybody would say. .eia zsgiaig
 The colonel stalked into the library and sat down and wrote the editor a letter and told him that he was man without sentiment. a numskull. a bor- der ruffian and many other things and wound up with a lament that the days of the duelloi had passed away That relieved him somewhat. l -Ut sfM l
 Ten days had passed and the little family were sitting on the yeranda one afternoon when a gentlemanly looking man. of thirty descended from an auto and introduced himself. His card showed that he was the editor of the Bounder Phyllis biusheds and her fa- ther arose to begin an oration. It.was to be scorcher, but before he had got out q word the caller announced that he had come. down ito make an explanation.saH aHebwas perfectly at ease. and his manner was frank.yf.S; x.sEl . In the first place, the. pathetic story had exceeded the limit set by. over q thousand words. The circular had specified Amerlcanl stories, and this was laid in London Phyllis had to acknowledge that she had been care. less and the colonel that he had not read the circular at,all.N Then the ed itor good naturedly spointedsout the ab- I sence of any plot and !Cther things open to criticism. When be had f1n- ished the colonel didn't know whether to ask him to take a glass of wine or to order him oH the premises.
 It was the daughter who settled that question, however, She frankly ac- fnowledged her literary errors. SAfter that there was friendly talk on ht- erary matters. and for an hour after the callers departure the old warrior sat buried in Q sort of reyerie.s When the daughter at last aroused him he said:
 "PhyI, made you a promiSe.p you remember" s}i,sS sl-or rts..; no 70
 Did you?" she, innocently asked though blushing at the same time.
 And I guess Isefound him. Let me say. that Rm not going to butt in and tangle things up any more. I'm not literary, and I'm going to drop $ pathos. I'm 'simplyi military. and Pm going to stick to .that. iTGo ahead and paddle your. own canoe after this"
 And if the colonel had not been . wise father his -son.inslaw might not be sharing the house with him and g his good wife today and that son-in 5 Flaw might not be the cditori'of the Founder. e ia
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