The Huttig news., 1915-05-08
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By F. A. UsslNa


 His feelings have been kurtf not quite understand"
 Well, you remember that the of the villain in 1t is Hans Peter.s
 And thenf"
 That has been enough to huft dreadfully."
 T don't quite understand ye1 Uncle Hans Peter then such . dikg Ing person as the type describef'
 No. not at all. But recently wrote another story in which oss the persons was a certain mercl whom you called Theobald OAs though you knew that Cousin bald"
 Good Lord. l had quite foreu that you had a cousin Theobah. never thought of 1t when I wrote th1 story, but my merchant was . hypo crite and a swindler and not tho least bit like your cousin"
 "Of course not, but one incident chains itself to another You remem ber the story you wrote about the file gitimate child? Agnes thought that was a slap in her face"
 "Once more I don't follow you"
 You cannot have forgotten that her flrst baby was born eight months after her wedding"
 Now you must forgive me. dear. I never for a moment thought of count Ing the months. took the baby's birth as . most natural event"
 The novelist's wife kissed him ten derly.
 You will promise me never to use my relatives as modelsf"
 Models. darling. never use mod els. People think so in their own silly minds. But promise I shall be very careful not to hurt the feelings of either Uncle Hans or Cousin Theobald or Sister Agnes. hope there are no usurers in your family"
 "No."
 Good. Besides these three. my nov el tells of certain paper manufsctur- CT. who Is most disgusting hypocrite. who Is in love with the usurer's beau tiful daughter and whom the usurer favors because of his wealth. Then comes the conflict and the young man wins."
 The novelist wrote his famous book. Tho Usurer's Daughter" which ere ated such a sensation in the literary world. The magazine rights were sold to the Copenhagen Magazine"
 When he received his check from the editor of the magazine he present ed his wife with diamond ring and took her tc the Royal theater in the evening
 Two months later the book came out. and the next day distant relative of the authors wife called to see her.
 She received him very coldly. hay. ing always disliked him most cordial ly. but he did not seem to notice 1t. He walked straight up to her and threw . copy of the Copenhagen Maga- zine on the table in front of her.
 "ls your husband in?" he asked
 No. he is not" she replied.
 "He is a scoundrel." he hissed. Tn this story he calls me usurer. There is not the slightest doubt that he means me. As if were not entitled to charge . miserable per cent a month on the security get. I don't see that 1t is any of his business. and I hope you will please tell him SO. Cood-by."
 While the young couple were at the breakfast table the bell rang out sharply. It was the father-in-law of the novelist. the well-known minister of a fashionable church. a stout. smooth -shaven man with gold-rimmed spectacles.
 You miserable hound" he hissed. and his eyes shot fire.
 What is the matter?"
 The reverend gentleman threw a copy of the book on the table.
 "A gentleman does not use models for the person in his books. you rascal. You write here that am hypocrite who goes to church in the morning and spend my evenings with girls of the streets in private rooms of night res taurants. You cannot deny 1t. You mean me-"
 The novelist stared at the angry man, dumfounded.
 The minister went on:
 What you write is true enough. very true indeed. but 1t is the duty of a minister of the church to study vice in order to be able to denounce it from the pulpit. and that Is what I have been doing. How could speak of i'm morality unless I had studied 1t close by and gathered experience? But words fail me to express what think of your conduct, sir"
 He rushed out of the room.
 In the evening letter came from Cousin Theobald, who wrote:
 Tomorrow I shall sue your husb. i'd for once more making use of my name in his novels and insinuating that my fatherIn-law is a usurer. when as a matter of fact. he has never charged more than IA per cent interest on the few loans he has ever made"
 Here the novelist threw up his hands in despair and vowed that he would go abroad with his wife tcr . voar whflo wrJftnO hia ucvf povol