Gilpin observer. (Central City, Colo.) 1897-1921, 1918-03-07

Charles e. G. Ackerson was an OBJ.
scure little author Of unpopular flc-
tion-short stories that one thanked
heaven were short.
The difficulty lay not in any lack of
language. but in q certain dearth of
ideas. Result: dull and tedious
tale.
Ever hear Of him? doubt 1t. Any.
way. you would be unlikely to know he
had a 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 q consequence OF
which, by the time she reached TWEEN.
ty, she was in possession among other
things Of as vigorous an artistic TEN.
permanent as the most ardent tempera.
ment fan could desire.
Now an artistic temperament must
have Its opposite, and hers was H. h.
Bennink-though he pretended he had
just such a temperament as hers and
swore he was a 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 a
situation that would really have at.
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 q
slow 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 so Allalie. She wanted a
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 II did" he
asked.
EYES," she said.
Now watchl
Bennink. being a 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
N phnd Thnp hn
turned to Allalie.
my DEAR" he said. ut shall be as
you wish. I shall reveal my identity
at last, in 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 H. n. 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 (Yes, indeed, 1t
Is quite customary for authors now
adays to have city ofiicesO to be met
on his doorstep by an exultant wife.
"Not %. Henry'-'H. II. Bennink r."
ho hod lonuhod ond kfcSoI hor
He said 1t bored him to see his name
in print. But the arrival Of each
months issue of Ks continued to
be fraught with kesnest interest for
his wife, and certain pride In her
husband grew and grew. Nor was she
unduly proud, for the series was q
great success.
"A case of getting famous all Of a
sudden" he confided 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"
FLUSH |" warned Charles.
The months sped on, the series was
concluded. and presently 1t appeared
In volume form-so that all might buy
and learn how n certain Henry had
been able to gather together ten hun.
dred thousand dollars out Of the debris
Of Wall street.
Then, one day, Charles q. G. Acker-
son and II IT Repnink yotad thorn.