Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1918-04-25
MAKING A MION
BY 4. 7. rich.

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tCopyright 1917. by the Mcguire Newapa-
per syndicatsl
Charles y. O. Ankeraon wam an OBJ
scure little atthor Of unpopular fic-
tion--Short stories that one thanked
heaven we've short.
The difficulty lay not 10 any lack Of
language, but IN q certain de0rth Of
ideas. Result: q dun and tedious
tale.
Ever hear Of himf / doubt H. Any
way, you would be unlikely TO know he
had daughter. He had. though Her
name was AlIalie, and her mother had
died when she was very SMALL leaving
her to her fathArAs kindly 6ut irregu-
lar tutelage As a consequence Of
which. by the time she reached twen-
u, she was In possession among other
things Of as vigorous an artistic tenn
permanent as the most ardent tenpsra-
ment fan could desire
Now an artistic temperament must
have its opposite, and hers was q. Fl.
Bennink-thoush he pretended he had
Just such temperament as hers and
swore he was a writer. Tor Bsnnink
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 leye
with daughter AllaliA and ysu have a
situation that would really have az
forded grounds for fiction.
Henry" Charles said enc day, "you
don't write. I'll wager you never sold
a story in your life"
"Hushl" Henry replied. dropping
allow lid. II use nom de plume"
whereupon Charles had ceased to
be concerned ON that point. They
understood each other. and the sooner
a certain marriage took place the bet
ter.
But not 80 Allalie. She wanted a
real author, not one who used '.nom de
plumes" and was mysterioRsV reu-
cent about his work
Its no use. Henry" she exclaimed
at length. after he had been coming 10
see her for several moDthA -Yoa've
either got 10 write under your ewn
name, or 60 awny--noT good."
Her words were final. and he
knew Il.
would you marry me II / didf" he
asked.
YES" she said.
Now wntrhi
Bennink. being a business mas. be-
took himself to CharIes' inner shrine
and sat with him In solemn conciava
There was bold talk, and nzant3oA ef
sums Of money In seven ngureA An
agreement was reached Thsn he re-
turned to Analie
my dear" be said. ut shall be as
you wish. ! Ahall reveal my identity
at last, In serieG Of stories which J
promise TO begin tomorrow
And when tomorrow arrived. the
series was begun.
We must now suppose some months
to have elapsed. and AIlAlie 20 have
become Mrs. Bennlnk.
DO you remember those stories In
Ks Magazine last year, absut the
yoIng fellow who succeeded Ia reliev-
Ing Wall street Of 20 much money!
'Henry Makes a Million" the series
was called. Perhaps you have forgot
ten, but the nAme Il II Bennink was
under the title.
Bennink viii never forget. The
memorable day tho Issue containing
his nrst story appeared. he had re-
turned from the oftice (Yes. indeed. Il
is quite customary f6r authors new
hdAyS to have city Offices y TO be nst
on his doorstep BY an exuitnnt vita
"Not o. Henry'-'H. Fl. Bsnaink r.
be had laughed, and kissed her.
He said II bored him 10 see his nAns
In print. But The arrival If each
months issue Of K---'s continued -
be fraught with keenest interest for
his wife, and a certain pride In her
husband grew and grew. Nor w2s abe
unduly proud, for the series was
great success.
"A case Of getting famous all Of a
sudden" he connded to Charles one
morning. why, do you know. dozens
OF magazines are after me for stories,
publishers are botheripg me 70 death
about book rights, and seven colleges
have offered me professorships IN Eng
lish. They hail me az the man Of the
hour, whereas"
flush !" warned Charles.
The months sped on. the series was
concluded. and presently II appeared
in volume form--Ro that all might buy
and learn how q certain Henry had
been able to gather together ten hun
dred thousand dollars out Of the debris
of Wall street
Then, one day, Charles n. @. Acker.
son and II. n. Bennink voted them
selves leave Of absence; and Mrs. BEN
mink, returning from an afternoon auc-
lion party, found the following note
from her distinguished husband pinned
irakishly to the lampshads In the IL
.brary:
my Dear:
Il am the hero, your father the au-
thor. made the million. He made It
famous. We are on our vacation.
Love. HENRY.
up. S.-You viii find my handbook
In the top drawer Of my desk"
When Mrs. Bennink found that
handbook, she learned something that
gave her artistic temperament ter
rife jolt--and brought her to the con-
illusion that Henry was more Of
business man, and her father more s9
writer, than she had supposed-ana
that the combination was ideal bOtA
way.