The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-05-08

snarl with disappointment and rage. ! took the news with a sang froid that almost killed poor Poopendyke. He never quite got over it.
 Nor was especially disturbed or fr- ritated by the telegram of condolence received on board ship from Tar nowsy himself. He could not resist the temptation to gIoat. I shall not repeat the message, for the simple reason that I do not wish to dignity it by putting it into permanent form.
 We were two days out when I sue. ceeded in setting my mind at rest in respect to Aline, Countess Tarnowsy. had not thought of it before, bat remembered all of a sudden that I held decided sossEPIes against marrying divorced woman. Of cguxHe that sim. plif1ed matters. When one has preeen. ceived notions about such matters they afford excellent atgeriai to faiI back upon. even though he may have disregarded them after a fashion while unse1dshly thinking of some one else, As say, the recollection 5f this well defined though E0mewhat rernorseless principle of mine had the effect of put ting my mind at rest. in regard to che countess. Feeling as stronSlv as 5jd
 
 came an absolutely undesirable person so far as matrimeny was concerned. ! experienced a rather doubtfuI feeling of relief. 1t was not so hard 10 say to myself that Lord Amberda1e was wei come to her, but it was very, very dif. fcult to refrain from adding the uns arniable words damn him.
 This rigid, puedtanicaI principle oi mine, however, did not declare against the unrighteousness of failing in Jove with a divorcee.
 If have by any chance announced earlier in this narrative that Sls val ley Of the Ronau is the garden spot o1 the world must now ask you to ext cuse the ebu1henee of spirit thai prompted the declaration The Warn Springs vallgg of Virginia is infinitely more attractive to me.
 I arrived there early one bright No vember morning three days after land. ing in New York. You VIII be ren. dered unhappy, I fear, by the an, i nouncenent that left Mfr. Poopen- 1 dyke behind He preferred to visit an aunt at New Rochelle. and I felt that he deserved vacation
 Before leaving New York I had q l rather unpleasant encounter with my publishers. It was in the nature Of q luncheon at which I was led to believe that they still expected me to supply l them with the manuscript of a novel al a very early date. They seemed eenEids erably put out when blandly inform ed them that had got no farclaE | along than the second chapter. l we have been counting on this book 1 of yours for January publication. said they.
 | tried to explain that the muse had abandoned me in q most heartleaz fashion
 t.But the public demands a story rom I you.s' said fhey. What have you been doing all sylmmer?"
 ssRonaneing,r said I.
 I don't know just how it came about but tnA suggestion was naade that put Aanto narrative form the lively his tory 6f my so5ourn on the banks ef the Danube. trusting implicitly to the ina- ag1nat1or yet leaving nothing to 1t
 sBut its all such blfthsring rot said l.
 s.so much the bettar.'' said they ri- umphantly- even eagerly
 s1 don't suppose that you, as pJbiish- CTS, can appreciate the fact that an au- thor may hal seul above skittles, said I indignantly. sT cannot, VII not, write a f1ne about myself, gentle men. Not that consider the gub5ecl sacred, but
 .fWaitl" cried the junior member, hil face aglow. ssWe appreciats the deli cacy of-er-your feelings, 1dr. Smart ! but I have sn idea, a splendid Idea It solves the whole question. Your Hecre tary is a mest competent, capabl' young man and genius after a fash ion. I propose that he write the sl5Rg We1l pay him a lump sum for ths : work, put your name on the cover and there you are All you will haF' to do is to edit his material. Howl that7''
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