Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1931-05-07

said, why Margaret, dear, why are
you out this time of the night? Some
thing terrible must have happened.
Tell me quick and don't leave me
standing here in suspense"
"Ah! Yes, Mrs. something
terrible has happened! Rose is dead,
imagine it, stone dead! She's lifeless,
and I'm all alone to live now," Mar
garet went inside the house and threw
herself on her friends couch. Mrs.
Rapp, greatly astonished, tried to COM
fort her by saying, "The Heavenly
Father knows best, my dear, so don't
weep for her. She wasn't afraid to
die, so why should you fear for her,
just because she is dead. Pray, dear
girl, pray!"
'Ah, Mrs. Rapp, I'm too sOrrowful
to pray. Will you pray for me?" So,
Mrs. Rapp prayed for her and so
passed the night.
The next morning Mrs. Rapp walked
over with Margaret to tend to every
thing.
'My life is a barren, good-for-noth-
ing life without Rose," said Margaret
sadly.
Nov, Margaret, don't think that,
remember dear, that
"Thy path is plain and straight, and
that Life is given. Onward is faith,
and leave the rest to God"
THAT dear, also, you should keep
in mind. 1t will help you a great
deal now" And Mrs. Rapp smiled
sadly as she recalled the sad and bar
rem life she used to lead.
Mrs. Rapp called upon Tom Milton
to attend to everything. Margaret
and all were secretly glad that Rose
had died because it would help them
and herself a great deal.
margaret now was free).
CHAPTER v
Her Story.
Margaret felt sorrowful, lonely, and
useless in this world of trials and
thrills. She had made up her mind
that she would make some money,
but how?
One evening, a week after Roses
death, she was seated at the table
with a pencil and a notebook. when
1 was going to school 1 used to write
short love stories. She sat a long
time thinking of what to name her
story and finally she decided on "Lov-
er's Tales" She wrote and wrote and
made it rule to write one chapter
each night, and ten pages in each
chapter. She finished her story,
Lovers Tales" in a week, and she
herself thought it pretty good.
One morning she went down town,
she intended to publish it in the daily
town paper. She walked into the
paper office and sat waiting for the
editor to come, as they had told her
he was out. She had been waiting
about ten minutes, when she saw Tom
Milton entering the office. The as
sistant manager went up to him and
said, "a lady to see you, sir"
Tom Milton smiled as he saw who
it was. Margaret knew then that he
was the editor. She made ready to
leave when he came over to her de-
tanning her by laying his hand on her
shoulder and saying, "Just a moment,
Miss Martin, you must want something
or you wouldn't be here" he looked
at her keenly, and she met his glance
squarely.
eyes, sir, if you are not busy,
would like to have you read this story.
The name of it is Lovers Tales"
wouldn't have tried writing, but l
used to be good at it and 1 need the
money badly. If you will please
Judge it as best you can, would like
to have you publish it,"-and as she
spoke, she handed him the story.
He sat down to read it and before
he was even half through with it he
said, Come to me, early in the morn
ing, before my helpers come and I
will give you my decision" he smiled
at her, and she gave him her hand,
and he took it eagerly. She went out
feeling very happy.
She fixed herself bite to eat, went
to bed early, and got up at seven,
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7:15 o'clock, when she reached there.
why, you are early, Miss Martin,
my assistants don't get here until $3.50
you are swift, are you not?" greeted
Tom as she entered.
Eyes, l thought I'd come early, as
long as must come anyhow no mat
ter when 1 came" and she smiled
prettily, blushing too.
well, then, we can have a good
talk. Your story is fine. It's excel
lent, every one in the office said it
was. I'll give you $500 for your story
and l have released my secretary be-
cause she proved herself lazy. If you
would like the position, will give you
first chance. Now, speak up!" said
Tom quietly.
THANK you Mr.. Milton, but the $500
is all ask. l have made my own
plans. l am leaving this horrid little
town in a week or maybe sooner. 1t
is not pleasant in town where every