The Press., 1917-07-05

work he must have done 1t In his room for never saw him doing anything But he seemed to be constantly dream. ing and appeared to be too lazy to do anything else. At first I was curious to know why he was thus spending his time, but I became so interested in my play that I thought very little about his Occupat ati0n.,
 When | had finished my story in the rough before making scenario of it I resolved to submit 1t to MT. Torres ter to whom I had confessed what was doing, and ask for suggestions He took my manuscript, promising to return it when read, with his criticism had named him in my story Alfred Denton, and I had no fear that he would recognize himself under this name I don't think he did, for when he returned the manuscript his chief criticism was that had made my Will lain a very attractive character and my hero country pumpkin. An au- dience would naturally sympathize with the former and condemn the lat ter.
 was somewhat discouraged at this and resolved that if l could not key uD the rustic would at least try to reduce the fascinating powers of his rival. '
 One morning, taking up a newspa- per, I noticed an announcement that Edward Forester, the novelist, was taking a rest at the Waverly inn, in Calumet county. The words sent a shock through me. Literary persons of note are besieged by amateurs and other scrfbblers for criticisms on their work. I blushed at remembering that I9had asked MT. Forester for an Op1n- lon on my work.
 After consideration I, concluded to keep my knowledge of his being a novelist to myself, permitting him to presume that I was ignorant of 1t. l labored to reduce the attractiveness of my villain, but found it impossible The truth is that had conceived an admiration for the model for Denton that would insist on coming out Ill Denton. After much working over the character found that the more labor I put into it the more of a muddle l made of it. Then, in despair, l gave up the whole matter. I was tired out with it and determined to go home and undertake another work later. Before setting out concluded to tell MT. For rester that notwithstanding his ret1- cence knew who he was.
 We sat on the veranda of the hotel when I began by announcing that proposed to leave the next day. I was looking him in the eye at the time, and, despite his control of himself, saw that my announcement was some thing of backset to him.
 Il am sorry for that" he said. Il am scribbler as well as you. l came here to write a novel, and would like your opinion of it.
 "My opinion would be worthless" l replied, "but such as it is I would be happy to give it to you. Let me have your manuscript, and I will read it be- fore go.''
 He went to his room and brought his novel. I withdrew to a secluded spot and read till I had finished 1t. When I had done so saw MT. Forester sit ting on the veranda. Returning his manuscript, I said:
 a"It is singular that I must make the same criticism of your work that you made of mine. The woman whom you have made foil for your heroine should have been the heroine and the other the foil.'
 was somewhat surprised to see on his face, instead of a look of disap- pointmenty smile.
 What pleases you?" l asked. -., T have uncOnsciOusly and despite myself shown that a man cannot take for a model a woman he is interested in and make her unattractiVe."
 There was something in his tone and the way he looked at me when he said this that called blush to my cheek.
 "'Your model was'- asked, turning my eyes from his.
 Yourself"
 I presume should have confessed that we had both fallen into the same error, but did not. I did not propose to tell him that had tried to make a villain of him, but had failed because I admired him. He had not recognized himself in my character of Denton, and I was well pleased that he had not. .
 4 We left together the next day for the city, and the evening after our arrival he called on me. His calls became more and more frequent, and at last we became engaged. The next spring we made our wedding trip to the place where we had supposed We were en- gagged in literary work. It was then I confessed that had failed in making a villain of him as he had failed in