The Glasgow courier. [volume] (Glasgow, Mont.) 1913-current, 1915-03-26

got It
In course Of time my first novel ap.
peared. It was q love story. Uncle
Rilas read the nrst I've chapters and
then skipped W to the last page.
Then he began 1t all over again and
Sat up nearly all night to finish II. The
next day be called It "trash." but in.
vited me to have luncheon with him
at the Metropolitan club and rather
noisily introduced me to a few old r
MES of his.
A month later he died. He left me a
fortune, which was all the more stag.
gering in view Of the circumstance that
had seen me named for my Uncle
John and not for him.
It was not long afterward that !
made a perfect fool Of myself by fall.
ing in love. 1t turned out very badly.
] cant imagine what got into me to
want to commit bigamy after ! had
already proclaimed myself to be irrev
ocabiy welded to my profession. New
ertheless ! deliberately coveted the ex.
perience and would have attained to 1t
no doubt had 1t not been for the young
woman in the s She would have
none OF me, but, with considerable in
dependence Of spirit and, ] must say.
noteworthy acumen, elected to wed a
splendid looking young fellow who
clerked in a jewelers. shop in Fifth
avenue. They had been engaged for
several years. it seems, and my swol-
len fortune failed to disturb her sense
Of fidelity. Perhaps you will be inter
ested enough in a girl who could re.
fuse to share a fortune Of something
like 100000 mot counting ne. Of
course) to let me tell you briefly who
and what she was. She was my typist
that is to say. she did piecework for
me as l happened to provide substance
for her active fingers to work upon
when she wasn't tipping law briefs in
the regular o r of grind. Not only
was she an able typist. but she was an
exceedingly wholesome, handsome and
worthy young woman.
Somehow I was able to attribute the
6ascO to an Unborn sense Of shyness
that had always made me faint heart.
ed. dilatory and unaggressive. No
doubt II I had gone about It roughshod
and fiery | could have played hob with
the excellent jewelers. peace Of mind.
to say the least.
Still. some men. no matter how shy
and procrastinating they may be-or
reluctant. for that matter-are doomed
to have love affairs thrust upon them.
as you will perceive II yon follow the
curse Of this narrative to the bitter
end.
In order that you may know me
when You see me struggling through
these pages. al one might struggle
through a morass on a dark night, l
shall take the liberty OF describing my.
self in the hest light possible under the
circumstances.
! am q tallish sort Of person, moder.
ately homely and not quite thirty-6ve.
am strong. but not athletic. Whatever
physical development ] possess was
acquired through the ancient and hon
orable game Of golf and In swimming
In both OF these sports | am quite pro
tcient. My nose Is rather long and in
quisitive, and my chin Is considered to
BE- singularly firm for one who has no
ambition to become Il hero. My thntcb
is abundant and quite black. So there
you are. Not quite what yon would
call a lady killer or even a lady's man.
| fancy you'll say.
You will be surprised to learn. how.
ever. that secretly ! am Of a rather 70.
mantle. imaginative turn of mind
Since earliest childhood | have cOnsort-
ed with princcSses and ladies OF high
legree-mentally. of c%ourse-and my
bosom companions have been knights
Of valor and longevity.
At thirty-five | am still unattached
and, so far as ! can tell. nnloved. For
the past year | have done little or no
work. My books are few and far be-
tween My best work is done when
the madding crowd is far from me.
A month ago, in Vienna. | felt the
plot breaking out on ME. very much as
the measles do. ut a most inopportune
time for everybody concerned, and my
dbS u u"tN NudI W. u
imagine by looking ut him. urged me-
to coddle the muse while she was will
ing.
1t was especially annoying coming,
as 1t did, just rs ! vas about to set
of for a fOrtnight's motortOat trip up
the Danube with Elsie Hazard and
her stupid husband, the doctor.
The fourth day Of our delectable *
cursion brought us to an ancient town
whose name you would recall II | were
fool enough to mention II and where
We were to put up for the night. On
the crest Of n %stupendous crag over
hanging the river. almost opposite the
town. which isn't far from Krems.
stood the venerable but unvenerated
castle Of that high handed old robber
baron. the irst Of the Rothhoefens.