The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-06-21
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possible means for arranging them metricaly, and thereby reducing them to the level of her compre- hension or remembrance.
 If the bell should ring Betty had said, 1t will undoubtedly be the postman, you'd better go down. There is a check due for John, and never like to leave such mail in the box. Here are the keys I'll not need to take them with me, for you can let me in when return. will ring long and one short, so you'll know it's me" .s.-ss
 Miss Lola had mentally corrected "I" and wondered why all young mothers invariably said "me" Could the connection between maternity and incorrect gram mar have bearing on poesy? Ought sine to consider this mysterious connection in future and body it? Her delicate and chastened fancy shrank from the inelegant Perhaps in the dialect verse Betty had whirled out and peace had ensued. Bay lis Rudolfo slept as pef his apartment being the farthest small room of the flat, opening off the hall, and as remote the exgencies of flat construc ton would permit from possible disturbing noises which the family might at any time perpetrate. The quiet seemed almost ominous. Miss Lola felt freghted with vague responsibilities There-she had forgotten to ask Betty
 She jumped up, to the window flung it open, and threw her slender bodysat perous angle over the sill Betty far up theSstreet headed for the nearest car line. Miss Lola recovered her balance of mind well body, shuddered to think what Ia noise she had
 
 and listened with apprehension. Bays Rudolfo made no sound Miss Lola sat down.
 T suppose, she reflected, that really have intel ligence. Whatever may happen shall probably know of something to do if only scream for the police At any rate, nothing is happening at this moment. . The thing to beafeafed was the awakening of Baylis Rudofo. The intelligent action, therefore, seemed to contribute in way toward this awaken ing. Miss Lola sank back softly into the cushioned nf her. nd tco< h~<r opportunity for composition> was ideal Not always could she have such stiffness Her home life was at the mercy of others. Her mother was large, gem erous, pervasve woman, with physical tendency to knock small articles of furniture as she swept najesticay about the Aatafter the manner described by Dickens-and mental tendency to demolish what ever train of thought any else might be entertai ing. At her hands Miss Lola,s most inspired verses had often been shattered into fragments compared with which the historic condition of Humpty- -Dmpty was beautiful exhibition of cohesiveness
 Miss Lolas fancy paused daintily on the brink of inspiration. So many ideas suggested themselves The Sleeping Babe" was a bit trite Mi. Hotchkiss, editor of The Modern Child, on which Miss Lola had designs such big and burly man that his very thoughts would waken sleeping babe, and Miss Lola felt certain he could not mentally contemplate one even in verse. How he could be editor of such magazine-but this was extraneous to Miss Lolas present field of thought, and she put it aside
 Wild Babies I Have Known" suggested itself. It was inevitable. Something wild suggests itself to every scribe especially since Seton made his wild hit which booeranged around the Englisf-speakng world and returned to him laden with gold. Miss Lola re- jected the suggestion, however. AThe title was the most initiated one extant. Besides, it had favor when applied to babes, of humor, and Miss Lola was not consciously humorous. She not even remotely aware that the surprising amount of some of the cheeks sent her for her poems based on the ed- tors conception that they the winning modity known to the fraternity humorous verse"
 Miss Lola finally decided "A Mothers Thoughts When Absent From Her Babe" Miss Lola had never read the early English poets Neither did she know that mothers thoughts would be more likely to con centrate the dread possibility of the babys milk souring in his tiny stomach than they would be dwell on his rose-scened breath" It is we'll however not to know too many facts when trying to write poetry
 The wings of Pegasus beat the quiet air in gently widening circles. and bore Miss Lola aloft into the retreated to respectful distance "A Mothers almost questionable length, the editors having fre- limit for securing acceptance.
 The poem finished, Miss Lola felt that no time should be lost in having reach MT. Hotchkiss He had no manuscripts of her in hand and it was full time for him to begin the arrangement of his next issue To mail the poem would be await acceptance or possible rejection To Mr. Hotchiss personally was not always possible yet frequently it was, and he could always tell at glance the fate of manu- script-as far as his own office was concerned. She