The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1918-01-31
MAKING A MILLION |. ]
BY H. {. RICH.
sht, 1917, by the McCll
per Syndicate.)

tCudFleS u. u. ACKerSOn was an Cd.
scure little author of unpopular fic-
ton short stories that one thanked
heaven were short.
The difficulty lay not in any lack Of
language, but in certain dearth of
ideas. Result: dull and tedious
tale.
Ever hear Of him? I 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 tutelage. AS 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 II. b.
Bennink- though he pretended he had
just such a temperament as hers and
swore he was writer. For Bennink
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
a story in your life"
"Hush!" Henry replied, dropping
slow lid. II use a nom de plume
Whereupon Charles had ceased to
be concerned on that point. They
understood each other, and the sooner
certain marriage took place, the bet
ter.
But not so Allalie. She wanted
real author, not one who used MON de
plumes'' and was mysteriously reti-
cent about his work.
cts 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
name, or go away-for good"
Her words were final, and he
knew 1t.
'Would you marry me if L did," he
asked.
EYES," she said.
Now watchl
Bennink, being business man, be.
took himself to Charles inner shrine
and 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, 1T shall be as
you wish. shall reveal my identity
at last, in series of stories which I
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. H. Bennink was
| under the title.
Bennink> will never forget. The
memorable day the issue containing
his first story appeared, he had re-
turned from the office Eyes, indeed, it
is quite customary for authors now
adays to have city Offices y to be met
on his doorstep by an exultant wife.
"Not %. Henry'-'H. Fl. Bennink ="
he had laughed, and kissed her.
He saidit bored him to see his name
in print. But the arrival Of each
months issue of ks continued to
be fraught with keenest interest for
his wife, and a certain pride in her
husband grew and grew. Nor was she
unduly proud, for the series was a
great success.
"a case Of getting famous all Of a
sudden" he confded to Charles one
morning. "Why, do you know, dozens
of magazines are after me for stories,
publishers are bothering me to death
about book rights, and seven colleges
have offered me professorships in Eng
lish. They hail me as the man of the
hour, whereas
"Hush ~ warned Charles.
= The months sped on, the series was
concluded, and presently it appeared
in volume fOrm-so that all might buy
and learn how a certain Henry had
been able to gather together ten hun:
dred thousand dollars out Of the debris
Of Wall street. t~
Then, one day, Charles e. G. Acker-
son and 81. 81. Bennink voted them
selves leave of absence; and Mrs. Ben
mink, returning from an afternoon auc-
ton party, found the following note
from her distinguished husband pinned
rakishly to the lampshade in the Ii
brary: ~. .--... 81 :
my Dear: ri
II 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 will find NV hankhook