The Washington times., 1911-02-08
To Him That Hath

By LEROY SCOTT
Copyright. The Frank A Munsey Coz

David did not care to respond to this
last sentence, he knew that his voice
would not be steady.
Here's another point want to speak
Of" Mr.. Osborne went on. I'VE can use
several short stories from you in our
| magazine. If you have any, or will
write some, that are anywhere near as
good as the book, 1 can guarantee &C
ceptanCe."
1t was a moment before David could
trust himself to speak. II have none,
but l should like to write some" Then
he suddenly remembered that he did
not have enough money to carry him
through the period that must elapse
before the stories could be written and
Paid for. But 1 fear l am not in a
position to write them just now" he
added.
experience with the impecuniosity of
authors-even Of authors as well dressed
as David. Money" he uueried.
There was no taking .offense at the
Friendly way he asked this, Yes" /"
i think 1 can solve that difficulty.
| don't know how the book there is
going to sell. was a publisher before
you were born. but after all my expe-
rience / have to regard the commercial
side of publishing as pretty much of a
gambling game. Critically, your book
is certain of success. Finaliy-I don't
know. 1t may win in a large way;
hope so. 1t may even fail-which, how
think possible. You are sure Of at
least a moderate sale. Suppose, then,
l make you an advance on your roy
atty. That will make it possible for
do?"
David felt. as he had felt since he
had heard his verdict, that to venture
NI-I- IL.
plode He swallowed. Yes" he - said.
Very well, then. We'll say three
hundred. Do you prefer check or
Cash"
Ten minutes later David entered the
street, three hundred dollars in his
pocket, his heart filled with the coin of
JOY, of hope. He wanted to run, to
shout, to fiy-and it took all his control
to hold in his desire. His face was the
glowing likeness of triumph.
At last the success he had prayed for.
striven for, given up, had come!
He turned northward to carry the news
hers flashed into his mind; the book might
help pay his debt to the mission. Obey
ing Impulse, he walked into a bank he
was passing at the instant, and when the
came out there was in an inner coat
Rev: Joseph Franklin.
All the way to Helen's door there was
no pavement beneath his feet When
he had called there the last tfme-the
time he had read her part Of the story.
ne was a shabby creature then-he had
borne himself very humbly toward the
footman. Now he asked for Miss
Chambers with a buoyant ring in his
voice, and fairly flung his coat and hat
upon the astonished servant; and he
bowed with a new dignity to Mrs Rose
worth, whom he met on the stairway.
AS he entered the drawing-room Helen
came quickly toward him. "I can read
the news in your face!" she cried. ITS
there in great headlines. I'm SO gIadr"
He laughed ioyously as he caught her
took it, - ine
Il knew he would! And he likes itq
Tel mellow does he like it?''
You must ask him. But-he likes If
"Immensely-Im certain. Come. tell
me all about it!'
They sat down and David told her or
his half-hour with Mr.. Osborne. Since
receiving her note that morning he baS
not once thought Of the end of their
last meeting. If he had, and had been
aware of the pain that meeting had
brought her, he would have maryeled
at the ease with which she threw her
friend, a dishonored friend. But he did
not wonder; he Just drank recklessly of
the glorious draft compounded of her
praise and her joy in his JOY
At the end he told her Of the three
hundred dollars-never thinking that
it was little more than the price of
the simplelooking gown she wore,
that 1t was but a penny to the quiet
furnishings of the drawing room, that
II was her fathers income for per-
haps less than quarter of a business
hour. And, completely abandoned to
the boyish happiness that forced him
to share everything, he told her of
the draft for two hundred dollars.
Her face shadowed. This man who
was paying back had suddenly
brought to mind her father. who was