Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-14
BY ROBERT CARLTON BROWN

z-zzzEgaz Steve would realize that the
- NzzA diminishing growing
~ - smaller and smaller
He could easily imagine what
would happen when the walls
would fiat together But
A0e1@4~s he hoped he would be but a
cinder that time. The sides
of the cell were already at white
heat from the continuous
rent. The air he breathed fire. His lungs ached
weaker could not have stood it; but Shadow
Steve, trained to hardshps he put up manly fight
Then he heard voice kissing hate through the small
aperture the top And you die you dog chucked
the dwarf through the hole 1T always the fate of those
who try pry into secrets. must go and when
back will select the best of your ashes and send them
your master Dick Dobbs. the arch enemy of gang
wish I could croak him and cut out his tonguel
Squirrel Brady leaves after delivering his speech-so
closely resembling testimony taken in the Becker trial
Shadow is almost pressed the width and Drowned
the complexion of hoecake and is swoonng when just
the nick of time, he hears whisper among the he'll
lishly hurting sparks and things The whisper is firm
courageous repetition of the enlightening
"Steve!"
His scared eyebals roll; he believe his parched
The whisper is repeated.
This time he is of the voice.
Could it be that help at hand?
Notice the NICE crisp sentences posing as
paragraphs, taking up whole line, and saving
lot of words for the overworked writer.)
uSt then q crash came OF the steel
- walls of his cell. The metal reverberated with
IT a deafenng roar, and Steve suddenly stirred
kll and stared round.
Eli The whr of the dynamo and whizz of the
III sparks still in his head; but suddenly he
I'll realized that the power had been turned off
EI 3Steve! Stevel Steve!
81 This time the calling voice came strong to
his ear Shadow almost recognized it.
He looked up at the small opening above,
where the horrid face of the dwarf had BEEN
Could he believe his eyes?
Yes he could. "Dick! Dick!" he cried sud-
denly, gaining strength and staggering to his
feet.
Thank the Lord, he is saved, then and there,
on the spot, by Dick Dobbs, who watts
one of the steel walls with his little finger and
liberates his plucky associate.
BEFORE Hustle reached this point had already fin
- ished the third chapter.
Let us pause and think of thirtytwo thousand words
of this stuff each week. No wonder Hustle and |
rum omelets and branded cherries for dessert when
ever we went out to dinner and wonder the tense
forengers with which necessarily rtated the type
writer celluoids cigarette stained! No wonder
But, then, the magnanmous company that published
this haystack companion sheed out fifty shekels week
"as regular clockwork Fifty dollars for thirtytwo
thousand words; one dollar for hundred and forty
words six and half words for cent, three hundred
and ninety words for dozen eggs pathetic enough
for somebody to write popular uplift story about.
found had joined the tattered remnant of dsap-
pearing school of penny -ners. was ping up thirty
two thousand nouns, adjectives and split infintives
each week. almost half of average best seller, five
twelfths of standard novel, week, and every week.
There fast going on the track that day. Hustle
and finished the story between in nine hours,
teen chapters, the immortal words @The End, and
little paragraph reading "Next week. The Great Pool
Room Swinde' or Shadow Steves Strategy you will
read how Dick Dobbs and his clever assistant etc
We didn't let single word slop at the end consid
erng only the compostor; for stories went almost
direct to him with very little editing and cou
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