The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1922-01-26
Chivalry Among
Writers
By MURIEL BLAIR
(S. 1921. Western Newspaper Union)

Miss Ainslee,' spoke the stenog-
rapher of the editor, coming into the
anteroom where two persons sat.
One of them, the lady, arose. The
other, a young man who had been ST.
lently, speculatively observing her,
saw her lip culver as the messenger
from the sanctum beyond handed her
a roll which Ronald Dawson well
knew to be manuscript-rejected man
uscript-for he could read the blight
ed hope, the sinking soul in the SEN
sitive, delicate face Of its recipient
Then his mind reverted to his own
affairs, as in a few moments his turn
came. The messenger approached
Dawson. 1t was to say:
"No specials this week, Mr.. Daw-
son."
The young man started to leave the
room, when his foot struck some small
object and pushed it along the floor
in front of him. Dawson picked 1t up,
to find it to be a small Melted purse.
He opened the purse. 1t contained
a few pieces of silver, a scrap of pa
per and a folded card. An expression
Of real pain darkened his brow as he
unfolded the paper. 1t was a pawn
| ticket. The card was enlightening.
1t told him that Miss Ainslee was
Margaret" and gave her address.
The girls face was gloomy, almost
tragic, when she appeared at the door
of her room in a poor boarding house
In response to Mr.. Dawson's knock,
an hour later She stood aside In q
somewhat confused way, and he en-
tered the room.
after you had left the editors Of
fce," he said, extending the little
purse, 81 found this"
"Oh, thank you," responded Miss
Ainslee, although it Is Of little value
to give you all this trouble. VIII you
be seated?"
Then q smile crossed his face.
"There Is not another word for me
to say, and no excuse In the world fol
me to linger," he said In his quaint
impetuous way, yet 1 feel as If We
need to say something to one another
I am sure it Is because we are both
what shall I say--writers? Further
than that, 1t is because we are both
GscouragedF
"Oh, never thatI" declared Marga
ret Ainslee, Frightening up. 20
course 1t Is uphill work, but 1t ma!
not be always so. have some en-
couragement. I have some hopes o.
steady employment. II 1 could &c
some series or department work,
could fill In occasional sketches ant
make quite a modest competence"
Dawson told her Of the wants Of va
rious publications as he had gathere'
them. There was an especial deman'
for Turkish and Mexican sketches jus
! now. At the end Of an hours chat b
left.
Dawson did not see his little frien
during the next month. One day b
received a letter from a local maga
zine, asking him to CALL.
, "You are Mr.. Dawson, the writer o
, this series OF stories based on tn
Mexican revolutionT questioned tn
editor, moving a heap Of manuscript
; Dawson bowed assentingly. Hl
heart beat high with hope. 1t wa
not to be daunted this time, 1t seemet
for the man of fate added:
1--WE are very much pleased wit
/ them, and have concluded to acceI
!, them. The number Is just right. "
| will make it fifty dollars apiece"
: Fifty dollars apiece-S6OO In al
, Dawson's head swan.
: "Your manuscript arrived Just
: time" went on the editor. 1--WE ha
. another series offered US from-l'
: me see," and its speaker examined a
8 other roll of manuscript. "<h, ye'
q a Miss Margaret Ainslee. Her stori'
3 are exquisite little gems, but you
). are somewhat stronger in masculil
.olor, and"
The editor paused, staring In son
q wonderment at Dawson.
sT am sorry," he said, simply. but