The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1918-01-28
MAKING A MILLION
BY II. T. RICH.
per Syndicate.)

per Syndicate.)
Charles f. c. Ackerson was an OBJ
scure little author of unpopular fic
tion-short stories that one thanked
heaven were short.
The difficulty lay not in any lack of
ideas. Result: a dull and tedious
tale.
Ever hear of him? l doubt it. Any
way, you would be unlikely to know he
had daughter. He had, though Her
name was Allalie, and her mother had
died when she was very small, leaving
her to her fathers kindly but irregu-
lar tuteage. AS a consequence Of
which, by the time she reached TWEEN
ty, she was in possession among other
things of as vigorous an artistic tenn
permanent as the most ardent tempera-
ment fan could desire.
Now an artistic temperament must
have its opposite, and hers was III. II.
Bennink-though he pretended he had
just such temperament as hers and
bNOIG was MlAtCl. vi
was versed in the ways of women.
Moreover, he and the aforesaid
Charles were friends. Put this with
the fact that he actually was In love
with daughter Allalie. and you have
situation that would really have af-
forded grounds for fiction.
Henry" Charles said one day. "you
don't write. I'll wager you never sold
story in your life"
flush |" Henry replied, dropping a
slow lid. Il use nom de plume"
Whereup9n Charles had ceased to
be concerned on that point. They
understood each other, and the sooner
q certain marriage took place, the bet
ter,
But not so Allalie. She wanted
real author, not one who used nom de
plumes" and was mysteriously reti-
cent about his work.
'Its no use, Henry" she exclaimed
at length, after he had been coming to
see her for several months. you've !
either got to write under your own |
holhpp Vi 6V "a" lCA Soou.
Her words were final. and he /
knew it.
would you marry me If did?" he /
asked.
"Yes," she said.
Now watch!
Bennink, being business man, be-
took himself to Charles inner shrine /
md sat with him in solemn conclave.
There was bold talk, and mention Of
sums Of money in seven figures. An
agreement was reached. Then he re-
turned to Allalie.
my DEAR" he said, ut shall be as
you wish. I shall reveal my identity
ut last, In a series of stories which
promise to begin tomorrow"
And when tomorrow arrived, the
series was begun.
We must now suppose some months
to have elapsed, and Allalie to have
become Mrs. Bennink.
Do you remember those stories in
ks Magazine last year, about the
young fellow who succeeded In reliev-
ing Wall street of so much money?
Henry Makes Million" the series
was called. Perhaps you have forgot
ten, but the name II. II. Bennink was
under the title.
Bennink will never forget. The
memorable day the issue containing
his first story appeared, he had re-
urned from the office (Yes, indeed, it
S quite customary for authors now
days to have city Offices y TO be met
N his doorstep by an exultant wife.
mot %. Henry'-'H. II. Bennink y" |
lie had laughed, and kissed her.
He said it bored him TO see his name .
n print. But the arrival of each
months issue Of ks continued TO |
'e fraught with keenest interest for ;
lis wife, and a certain pride In her s
husband grew and grew. Nor was she
nduly proud, for the series was q {
reat success.
"A case of getting famous all Of c
he confided TO Charles one
lorning. "Why, do you know, dozens
( magazines are after me for stories,
publishers are bothering me to death
bout book rights. and seven colleges
ave offered me professorshlps in Eng [
sh. They hall me as the man of the {
our, whereas" $
"Hush!' warned Charles.
The months sped on. the series was