The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-02-28

nut hair he opened the letter and read
/ it out loud 1t ran as follows:
" Ned disOwn you absolutely, as
said I'd do if you married Ellen Marsh
You are no longer a son OF mine, and I
viii never help you to the extent of
single cent Yours not at ALL
EDWIN MERRYFIELD.
"Oh, my dear Ned said Nelly, slip
ping off her perch and burying her
golden head in her husbands lap, we
will starve."
Il have seventy-five cents said Ned
bravely, but the future at that moment
looked very black. And then both
caught sight of the fragrant honey
suckles, glOrified by the sun. and the
three beautiful canaries broke in ecstat-
ic Song, and Ned. rising, brought his
hand down on his leg and said:
Il am young and the world is before
me- Ny father made fortune with no
capital to begin with but a broken
shovel and high spirits. l viii write a
story"
Nelly danced around the room. clap
/ ping her hands 81 knew il would come
out all right" said she "Oh. I am so
proud of you Have you any writing
.paper?''
Not a bit, but I have seventy five
cents and 1 will buy paper, pens, ink
and pencil, and perhaps | will illustrate
the story as well as write it,
"Oh. how sDlendidr'
Pride was in every lineament of the
I beautiful child-wife, and she Rugged
handsome Ned to the point of suffoca-
ton before she would let him begin his
career.
Half an hour later the sun was shin
ing in at two windows the honey
ElTrlZtgG or
three canaTies were singing to beat the
German band that was playing merry
music in the street outside
And Ned sat at the desk and wrote
his first story. Sheet after sheet fell on
the floor, just as they used to do in
Walter ScOtt's time, and Nelly sat on A
stool at his feet and admired her brave
young husband who had taken up the
struggle Of life so heroicalIy.
May I read ito" said Nelly
Yes, dear" said he. a writer's ner
vousness struggling with his love for
her. but please don't talk again or Won
will put to flight all my IDEAS. And
don't criticise il harshiy." His busy
pen ran over the page as the white-bot
thoughts gushed from brain to willing
hand.
My love, do you think / would ever
cTlticise single clever word that Won
wrote? I know beforehand that il VIII
DC the best story 1 ever read Did
you ever write anything before?"
only letters to my friends, dear. and
| have studied human nature for near
~ d year" \ scowl dar1ened his brow
And now / hope my pet will not talk
because 1 must concentrate or else the
story VIII never sell, and then we would
starve. and starving is so painful"
Goosei laughed the merry girl and
ran to the window to smell the honey
suckies. Then she poured out fresh
water for the canaries and sat down at
| her husbands feet. resolved to he as
Sun as q mouse in order not to spoil
the masterpiece that he was forming
so swiftly.
For Two hours Ned wrote and as il
was his first story there was no re-
| hashing of his old ideas 1t was mag
NATIVE and told of life among the east
siders. He knew very little about them.
but he knew there was a good market
for such stories, and so he gave his
| imagination free rein and wrote like
one possessed.
Then when the story was finished he
looked at the beautiful being who had
been reading the sheets as they fell
and said. Dear. how do you like i; ?
Has it merit? -
She waited until she had read the last
sheet which he had just thrown down
and then she said, Il think il is the
best story l ever read"
DO you really?'' said he feeling that
praise from his wife was praise in
deed.
4 certainly do said she very grave
~ She felt that in a way she. too.
had helped him create it. She knew
as little of the east siders as he did.
DO you think it viii sell?' said he.
Why, Of course. Where viii You
show il first?"
ITO the leading magazine. Now. dear.
be quiet once more and I VIII rewrite
it,"
You'll do no such thing. You'll send
It just as 1t is. II couldn't be I'm
| proved.
i believe you are right, little one. +"
said Ned. taking his young wife up in
his arms and tossing her in the air
before he kissed her
The csnar,es sang, the luscious
honeyeuckles scented the sunny air. and
the cool breezss Of early summer watt
ed through the apartment where dweit
SO much happiness.
How 20 you know so much about
those poor people, Neddy, dear?"
Imagination. my love. They say
Shakespeare never went to Italy. snd
yet in his opera Of Romeo and Juliet