The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1933-01-12
Adam Grants
Daughter
By DOROTHY DOUGLAS
g by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WlJU Service

member of his own family-in the
matter of positions on his staff.
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. Labori-
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 it in words
that convey your meaning to the read
ers of my paper-then and then only
can you have a position on my "staff, j."
Old Adam had told Eve. IF you stay
at home here among your friends you
won't get anywhere. Hop off 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 a day.
1t was Aunt Glen who, bored at
times into reading the personals in
the papers, came across the advertise
ment that gave her an idea.
1t 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 fiat 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 voraciously in order to get a
drift with the market.
That was how the huge pile of old
magazines happened to be on the floor
beside him. He couldi't quite afford
to buy all the new ones and his adver-
tisement had brought him many.
by jove! This is funnyl"
Beside the title Of the stories were
fine marginal notes of criticism,
couched in terse but most expressive
language.
Medium. Not bad. Piffle. No
point. Wishy-Washy. Very good.
Why was it given space? Doesn't
know men. Needs to study women"
Avery swiftly picked up the publ.
cations that had printed his own work
and with a somewhat shrinking heart
opened the page. Yes, there beside
his own story which he had in mo-
ment Of stupidity called "A Rose Of
the Desert" he saw the words, eau.
thor in the making but sadly lacking
the human touch"
Avery pulled bit 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 sorry story of the
incident Of buying the old magazines.
But Eve was very nice about it and
invited him in.
II didn't even know my aunt had
cleared them out" she said. as he fol-
lowed her into a magazine-strewn
room.
II wanted so desperately to chat
with the critic who had jotted those
remarks down that I 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.
land 1 believe If you'd be so good as
to help me. with criticism. could win
out"
II know you could" was EYES un.
expected answer. 81 see it some
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" 1t ran. while
you're messing about with your writ
ing, just take time to look up Old
Adam Grants daughter. She's gone
to New York to make good, too. Fine
girl, too, from what her dad says. but
then, perhaps I say the same to Grant,
about my boy" Eve read no further
until she had cast accusing eyes at
Avery.
II like that! Six whole months and
you've never even tan IN the trouble"
sand darn glad I am, too," said
Avery. ''If I knew you all this time,
doubt If single story would have
left the typewriter should have
been bumped into dream so glorious
Eoh, say, Eve, when do we go back
hOme-Tm longing for the time when
can get down to hard work and