Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1932-12-22
Adam Grants
Daughter
By DOROTHY DOUGLAS
G b. Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
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ern newspapers. never wanted it said
Of him that he gave preference to any
member Of his own family,--in the
matter Of positions on his stan.
That was why his lovely daughter.
Eve. found herself established in a
small fiat In New York, surrounded
by and observing the contents of a
hundred and one magazines. Labor.
Ously and very intelligently she was
studying the world Of fiction from the
magazine standpoint.
when you've mastered the analyti-
cal sense and can express 1t in words
that convey your meaning to the read.
ers Of my paper-then and then only
can you have position on my .'staff."
Old Adam had told Eve. IF you stay
at home here among your friends you
won't get anywhere Hop of to New
York for year and pack that pretty
head of yours with first-hand knowl
edge"
Aunt Glen. her mothers sister, had
came along with her to see that she
ate three square meals day.
II was Aunt Glen who, bored at
times into reading the personals in
the papers. came across the advertise.
ment that gave her an idea.
II read. "Old magazines wanted by
writer" And there was a name at
tached which made Aunt Glen smile
secretly. .
Aunt Glen sighed in relief. The
small fat was becoming like storage
room for magazines.
She consequently answered the ad
vertisement and left a huge bundle
Of magazines to be called for.
Not by the prOverbial candle. but
beside a well-lighted table, young
Avery Weldon carried on his as yet
embryonic authorship. But he was
working desperately hard to succeed
and was reading fiction in the maya
zines yoraciously in order to get
drift with the market.
That was how the huge pile Of old
magazines happened to be on the floor
beside him. He couldn't quite afford
to buy all the new ones and his adver.
tisement had brought him many.
by jove! This is funnyr'
Beside the title of the stories were
fine marginal notes Of criticism.
couched in terse but most expressive
language.
Medium. Not bad. PiTle. No
point. Wishy-washy. Very good.
Why was 1t given space? Doesn't
know men. Needs to study women"
Avery swiftly picked up the publ
cations that had printed bis own work
and with somewhat shrinking heart
opened the page Yes, there beside
his own story which he had in a mo.
ment Of stupidity called "a Rose of
the Desert" he saw the words. "Au.
thor in the making but sadly lacking
the human tOuch'
Avery puffed hit furiously at his
pipe. The nail was hit straight on
the head. Avery knew that.
And because real author must not
be strictly conventional or too awful.
~ bound by laws of society, Avery got
up, put on his hat and strolled toward
the apartment building from whence
his magazines had arrived.
The elevator took him up to the
fifth floor and there left him. And in
another few moments he was standing
at an opened door. Aunt Glen her.
self was out, but Eve answered his
ring.
Avery didn't know what to say
now that he was there and with Ewes
calm eyes gazing at him he felt that
he made rather a sorry story Of the
incident Of buying the old magazines.
But Eve was very nice about It and
invited him in.
u didn't even know my aunt had
cleared them out" she said, as he fol
lowed her into q magazlne-strewn
| room.
II wanted % desperately to chat
with the critic who had jotted those
remarks down that CHANGED coming
here" he said. boyishly. "My dad has
given me year to make good In story
writing, bless him." he went on. see
ing the kindling interest In Ewes eyes,
'and believe II you'd be so good as
to help me. with criticism. could win
out"
81 know you could" was Ewes IN.
expected answer. 81 see It some.
I where in the deep places OF your sto-
ries-I would love to help you"
She told him then about her own
dad and who he was and all about
home and Avery laughed. Then he
pulled a frayed letter from his pock.
ets-a letter written some six months
before, and handed It to her.
avery, my boy" II ran. while
you're messing about with your writ.
Ing, just take time to look IN Old
Adam Grants daughter. She's gone
70 New York TO make good, too. Fine
girl, too. from what her dad says. but
then. perhaps say the same to Ora nj.
about my boy" Eve read no further
until she had cast accusing eyes AT
Avery.
Il like that Six whole months and
you've never even taken the trouble"
"And darn glad am. too" said
| Avery ''If 7 know Won all this ti,na