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

! He sharpened a pencil. and, full of
enthusiasm, he began the work of Illus
( tratng the story he had just writ
ten.
Can you talk while you're draw
| ing?' said his wife. standing at his
side and watching with admiration the
( funny little east siders that seemed
to drop from his rapid pencil.
Yes, | don't have to concentrate as
I do when I'm writing. tt is easy TO
draw" He felt that he had been writ
ing for yedrs-sO much of himself had
he put into his work.
They don't really look like east sid
ers, but they are awfully funny and
they're so delightfully."- sketchy. They
don't look as if you'd been horribly
conscientious about them. They're 50
spontaneous"
DO you know. dear said Ned. not
/ seeming to have heard he, remark. If
/ they don't take this story I'm going
| down to keith's to see whether I can
/ set an engagement to sing BALLADS
Il didn't know you sang ballads,
| said she.
4 don't; but they're easy to learn
( Don't you think I have good stage
! presence ?"
You could stand before kings" said
| she, unconsciously quoting something
she had heard somewhere.
! Wei, I don't suppose there'n be
many kings there. but at least I have
several strings to my bow. We won't
| starve."
In less than an hour he had done
| twelve illustrations and then he put
! on his hat, and while his wife made
/ a funny little package of the illustrat-
| ed story he washed his hands, whis-
/ tied gayly to the cSfaries, shifted the
/ hOneysuckles and looked buoyantly out
! af 1e,
/ blue June sky.
We'll. dear. you may expect me in
! an hour. But wait; let's have some
lunch before I start"
He looked at his watch 1T is
/ o'clock. 1 imagine most of the editors
/ VIII still be out to lunch. Well go.
too. and I'll blow in my last penny
! on it. It won't be more than d bite.
my dear"
/ oh, won't it be romantic and bOhe-
milan, dear?" said Nelly, with a deli
cious little wriggle of her body. "Oh,
I'm so glad I married you. And I'm
/ so glad your father cut you off. be-
! cause it brought out all that was big
and noble in you. I think those are
! the best illustrations 1 ever saw. You'll
probably rival Gibson himself before
very long"
Yes. only it's easier to do east siders
| than it is to do handsome girIs-likc
you, for instance"
In a few minutes they were tripping
! down the stairs like a new Paul and
! Virginia and were soon seated in q pic
turesque and exceedingly bohemian
| lunch room. where they spent their last
cent Then Nelly, fun of life and hope,
ran back to her canaries and her
! honeysuckles and Ned bent his steps
/ to the editorial rooms of one of the
| leading magazines.
/ Yes, he is in and will see you if
you'll wait few minutes
My time is very precious" said Ned
| Tell him he'd better see me now
Very well. sir said the boy. and
/ departed with the message
| In a minute he came back and said,
I Follow me. please"
Ned followed him to the editorial
| rooms and saw an inteIiectual-looking
man talking to lady who was rising
/ TO go.
| I'm sorry we can't take it, but we
| are only taking what we are positively
| compelled to accept"
| He bowed the lady out and then
/ shook hands with Ned.
/ Haven't we met before?'' said he.
| Never" said Ned shortly He did
not want to hold any more CONVERSE
/ ton than was necessary. He had come
to sell his story, not to exchange remi-
! niscences.
The Edwin Merryfield of set purpose
| who was in the editorial room was a
| different fellow from the genial. loving
husband Of the hOneysuckied, canary
| haunted bower.
| Il have here a story which I have
| myself illustrated.
ooh, will you leave it?' said the
editor fumbiing among his papers to
| show that he was busy.
you evidently don't understand the
circumstances" said Ned. This morn
ing my father absolutely cut me off. I
am newly married. I intend to live. I
have written this story and illustrated
! it myself, and / want il read-now. II
not by you, then by one of your rival
editors"
The editor saw that he was dealing
with no ordinary man. and he motioned
! Ned to a seat and began to read Sheet
otter sheet dropped from his hand and
in half an hour he had finished the
| story.
It's a good story. The public is in
terested in the submerged tenth"
THAT is not the point" said Ned
cOldly- DO you accept it?''
The editor hesitated. Ned rose.
Yes. we will take it,
Good. Now, will you look at the pic
| tures?'
81 don't tn nix we would care TO illus
trate it, said the editor.
well, I don't care to divorce il from
its illustrations" said Ned calmly,
| reaching for the manuscript. Il will
| take it to some editor who wishes to
have a harmonious whole"
LET me see the pictures" said the
/ editor. realizing that this was no or
| binary man who sat in front of him.
He took the pictures ana looked [
them one by one.
They are unusual, said he.
Certainly. 1t is unusual for me TO
! draw" said Ned proudly. well my
time is limited. Do you wish them?"
Il will take them. Now, If you will
excuse me, I'll be glad 70 see you some
other time. I have all this correspond
ence to attend to-"
TN be gone in a few minutes said
| Ned, in a more pleasant tone of voice,
because he was glad to have sold the
story, but you have forgotten the
most important thing. ] wish to be
! paid for my work. The laborer is
worthy of his hire You have bought
my story and my pictures and yet you
! would send me away without payment
| Is that just2 Is that the way you
would buy q horse? I must have my
money at once or I Will carry the story