The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1910-07-15
THE EVENING STORY
Authors.
(By Annie Henrichsen.)


(By Annie Henrichsen.)
"Your office boy told me to send my
name through three clerks and two
stenographers. I dropped him into the
waste basket and came in"
Good for you, Manning. I'm mighty
glad to see you" The editor extended
his hand across the desk to his visitor.
do you know Miss Greyford, the edi-
tor of the new magazine. Miss Grey
ford, this is Arthur Manning, you've
read his stuff"
TITS Miss Greyford I've come to see."
Manning stumbled his announcement
in the tone of determined but abash-
ed schoolboy. He was a big, broad
shouldered young man with the Jaw Of
a pugilist and the eyes of a gentle
child.
"And why do you wish to see me?"
Miss Greyford's voice was glacial.
From her face faded the animation
and the rosy color, and the soft curve
of her lips had become rigid lines.
ITO talk to you about-to see you
to-
Miss Greyford picked up some proof
sheets and began to read them
The young man stared at the proof
sheets, then he turned to the editor:
"She isn't bit glad to see me. is she?'
he asked whimsically.
"oh. I guess So" Mr. Manning's
voice was gloomy. "All 1 write"
"That was a good story of yours
that was published in our last issue"
said the editor; 'as good a one as you
have ever written"
Like it?'
The proof sheets were lowered from
bfore Miss Greyford's face. L think II
is the poorest story we have ever pub
lished," she said. .,.,,
Won ~ he asked eagerly. m glad you
took the trouble to read it; that means
lot to me-"
'"The plot was weak. hackneyed;
amateurish-the man and the glri IN
returns to city, MISUNDERSTANDING, girl
stavs at home and rakes the hay and
nilks the cows" c,r
saThis girl didn't" he snapped. Her
father kept three automobiles ana q
housefuI of servants. and he had sent
HE daurhter to college and to Europe
and everywhere else. The man VINO
loved her learned that swee. slmplic-
ity was trained coQuetry. All ne re-
ceived for his summer In the county
was damaged near near n Ssse,sl ~
Sio .eIvas all that in the story? I don't
remember want he
fore the story. There was storY OF
yours in the same numper-a spie tI,e |
ever read, and it was about man
ana girl and a summer at 1arm
house But your story was cruel anu
untrue and bitterly cynical. l reao ~
and teiephoned this office Tor your ao
dress. Some one saio -, frn,,, car
linton. but 1 took the first train down
there" ,5 into a
delighted smile. You oia o,,,dMG
Laughed. II hoped s,S 1o, y tud t meu
- asWhat did I fnd?" he repeated dis
.,,stedIv. eat the station there was
Sheen too dried and withered 10 De
sold for mutton. SO they use MIN loI
a station agent He "loWeu as my re
~ not and informed me that the whole
town had gone to barbecue and there
S5esn,t a horse to be found. WalKeu
walked three miles on an Aususss
day. When I reached the Greyt 1ad
,1sce was told that the family mao
tpoa,, cone a year. 1 pushed back 10
town and learned that the next tram
,1,o,,Id not be along until the next DAY,
tbot there was no hotel and ina. the
town pump was the place TO WASH
Miss Greyford returned 70 "e
PROV ."T,is morning" went on Manning,
..r read the announcement of new
magazine published by the AtWoot
Publishing company MISS naa az
Creyford was to be the eoltoI u s
new venture. So came mere u NM
her"
Miss Greyford read on.
Manning sighed deeply. rs she OF.
tan like this?" he asked the edltor:
s.Ts It her habit to have moments OF
inattention, to go q thousand miles
away, leaving a fellow with MS mouth
omen. his say unsaid 2"
"You might say your speech to me,
suggested the editor. Miss Grey1oro
doesn't seem interested
DO you think she will listen z ne
asked hopefully. If I thought she
would"
"Go on" said the editor sympatheti-
cally. It'll listen.'
well, once upon time there were
a man and a girl and summer at
farm house-rural atmosphere Tor a
background-local color and all that
sort of thing?"
Dust and mosquitoes?" asked the
editor.
Nothing of the kind when the girl
was there. Where she was there were
flowers and moonlit evenings The fell
low took a good look at the surround
down for a period of Arcadian bliss
It was an epoch in his life"
s'It seems to me-" remarked the ed
itor that I've read that somewhere.
You're not offering it as original mat
ter, are you?"
..You read it in the last issue of
your magazine-in my story" retorted
the author. Then suddenly he was
jolted out of his little rosy cloud of
joy The girl, the center of this pas
toral, a reincarnation and an amalga-
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