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The other day you said you had received a story that was so bad that it was good, and that you were half inclined to print It as a sample of the stuff you receive daily and are actually expected to pub lish. You asked me what I thought of the scheme " The writer-man paused. "Well?" interrogatively. "Well, I've embodied my opinion in a •tory. Here it is." 1 The red-faced man with the yellow mustache and blue eyes put a tanned I hand into an inner pocket, drew out a manuscript and handed it to the ele- i gantly groomed Harvard man at the desk. "Read it,"he said. 1 Mansfield settled himself comfort- I ably and read • "The Story of a Love Story." Once upon a time there was a bril liant editor of a famous magazine; there was also a writer-man whom the - editor liked and whose stories he i hated to reject; but the safety of the magazine demanded it. It happened one day that the editor was sore per plexed about a matter, and he called the writer-man into help him out. "Briggs," said he,"l have a story i that is so bad that it is good. It is a splendid specimen of the 'rot' that is sent us. I want to use it as a sample of the sort of thing we get—of the drivel we are expected to publish— ' it's a love story." "Has it no uplifting cynicism to re deem it?" asked Briggs satirically. "No, it's sheer flubdub, balderdash, food for fools." "Who wrote it? Some foolish old woman, I suppose." The editor knitted his brows. "No,"' he replied; "a young woman wrote it—a school teacher." "Young, beautiful and a school teacher," repeated Briggs. "Let me see the story. Ah, it has two good traits — it's beautifully typewritten and it smells of roses." After a few minutes he handed the story back with a weary Bmiie. He pondered a moment, then his face brightened. "How do you know she's young?" he asked. The editor unlocked a private drawer. "She wrote me a short letter giving a sketch of her life, and telling me how she came to write the story. I wish the letter were longer—l'd pub lish it instead of the other. It's in tensely interesting. It seems she has suffered the same as the rest of us. She also sent her photograph; here it it. Imagine that face associated with euch rot. It seems a sacrilege." "Horrible," commented Briggs sol emnly. "She lives in B—ville, Texas," con tinued the editor. "How shall you arrange with her?" asked Briggs. "You must, of course, give your reason for publishing the story. I shouldn't feel greatly flattered if you were to use any of mv stuff for such a scheme as that. It' 3 brutal." "I know it is. But there is such fierce competition between us editors that we must employ eccentric methods when we fail of original." "You must even descend to the breaking of a girl's heart," said Briggs. Hamilton flushed. "1 am not going ta publish her-name, and I'll pay her as much as I would Howells or Kip ling." Briggs smiled. "My dear btfy, you might as well try to console a mother for the loss of her child by telling her that no one would know it was her's that died. It's not the world she cares for—it's her pet, and she'll mourn over it all the more on account of its friend- Jessness. You don't know women, but you should know authors. An author's story may be deformed, ugly, even idiotic, but you can no more reason him into seeing its unloveliness than you can convince a mother of the ugli ness of her child." "Don't lecture," exclaimed Hamil ton; "give me an answer —yes, or no. Shall I publish it as a terrible exam ple?" "Yes," said Briggs. Hamilton laughed. "Well, if you're rot the most inconsistent fellow I ever saw. I thought you were trying some of your eccentric logic on me. Come to lunch." Six months later Hamilton steamed into Ht. Louis en route to California; he was to stop over for two days. The first afternoon of his stay in that city brought him a brief note, which bore the official mark of a hospital, was signed by one of the doctors, and marked "private." It ran: "Dear Mr. Hamilton: "We have here a most curious case of melancholy—of slow heart-break. The case is that uf a young woman. A most interesting feature of the affair is that the patient was thrown Into the greatest excitement by the reading of your name In the hotel arrivals' In this morning's paper. Perhaps you will be Interested to see her, although I've no doubt her trouble Is a mere Hallucination. "Yours truly, "Hprague, M TV' Two hours later the young doctor received Hamilton's card The men bluHik bauds, and then, without any "preliminaries," Hamilton said; "Dr. Hprague, I want to see the young womau who showed such alarm at the mentk.n of niv name " "Nothing easier, sir," replied the doctor, taking his visitor's measure with a glance. "I'll show you it was, as I said, a mere hallucination. I sus pect she will have forgotten you by ( this time." Then, leading the way to . a remote corner of the room, he drew aside a curtain and said quietly: . "Miss Marguerite." "Come in," said the girl in a low, musical voice and marked southern accent. A mellow "half light" filled the apartment. 2 "I've a visitor." The splendid Harvard man stood at the doctor's side and slightly to the rear. From his eyes there shone a great compassion. "This is Mr. Hamilton." A cry of alarm came from the pillows. Hamilton approached the bed. "Won't you tell me why my name alarms you so?" he asked tenderly. She looked at him for what seemed an interminable period, then sh<- said, half to herself: "How could a man with a face like that do such a thing?" At this the doctor would have with drawn, but Hamilton, with a motion of the hand, detained him. "Po what?" Hamilton asked. "1 heard you say, doctor." the girl went on,"it was an hallucination: but here —read this!" She fumbled under her pillow, drew out a sealed envelope and handed it to Hamilton. "I didn't intend that should be opened until my death, but I think you, of all men, should see it." Hamilton broke the seal and read. The doctor watching him saw a look of the keenest pain come to him. The contents of the envelope had fallen from Hamilton's hand. They were simply a letter and a clipping. The doctor picked them up and handed them to the girl, but she gave him back the letter and said quietly, "Read it." It ran: Dear Miss Wentworth: "Your story, 'His One T.ove,' has been favorably considered by us. We want you to let us publish it anony mously, or under a nom de plume. It suits our purpose so well that I shall pay you 'Kipling prices' for it. In closed please find check for SIOO. I i trust you will find this fair compensa tion. Yours, Truly, "John Ray Hamilton, Editor." The doctor folded the letter, and aa the girl took it she said: "When I received that my dream of happiness was realized. 1 did pot mind their publishing it anonymously. It has my idol. I did not care for fame, but I had labored —oh! so long—over that story. But, like most women, I couldn't keep it to myself. I had to j tell all my friends that my story had j been accepted by the leading New York magazine. I showed them all this letter, and I was fairly lionized by the simple village folks. I was pointed out as the young literary woman of the state, and some even said I would be a great novelist. Well, finally the maga zine came." Hamilton groaned. "Everybody in the village had order ed one, and Hill Morrison, the stage driver, handed them around; but he didn't make any comment. He seemed in a hurry to get away as soon as he gave me mini', and when I called after him anil asked if he had read my story and weren't going to congratulate me on it, he seemed not to hear me, but turned so quickly away that 1 was alarmed. He had read my story, though, and this is what he head at the top of it!" Hamilton raised his hand in a depre cating manner. The doctor took the slip. It read as follows: "For a long time we have been on the lookout for the most worthless story possible, in order to give our readers an idea of the kind of rubbish we receive, and have selected this as the one." The doctor stood with the slip In his hand. The girl watched his face as he rt d, then said: "A whole world, no doubt, laughed at the brilliant editor's sarcasm. All but a lone, little village in the back woods of Texas. There were a dozen men there who would gladly have gone to New York and shot that editor, but I begged them not to do so. 1 was dreadfully ashamed. 1 could hardly lo"k mv own mother In the face. And Kfter all the hopes they had built on me, too. They loved me so, and pitied me so! but when heir compassion be came greater than I could hour 1 crept away nlone—alone with my broken heart —to die here. 1 hadn't done any thing to deserve It, either. I had just worked at my story, dreaming of fame; and when It was ready I copied it go neatly, and didn't roll It or fold it, but put It between two pieces of pasteboard, and then pouted It myself. And 1 waited so long, and then th" editor's letter came. And oh! the joy of It. And then and then--oh! tin tiagedy, the cruelty of It all." Hhe broke Into a violent fit of sob bliiK. At this Hamilton groaned and turned away. "1 have only one thin* to say," said the girl softly. "I thank (Sod for glv lug me the chance to tell you that I forgive you." A sound like the faint echo of a zephyr escaped tier; then a great still tit>a* followed. The doctor moved i uuarer to the be 4. He bent iluwu and looked at the girl; then he touched Hamilton gently on the shoulder. "Come," he said. "No," said Hamilton, "not till I tell her how I feel, what I will try to do, what " "Your words will have togo to heaven to reach her," replied ths doc tor. T'le story ended abruptly. 1 1 • . • * i Mansfield turned the page. '.Where's the rest of it?" he asked of the writer-man with the red face and yellow mustache. "There isn't any 'rest,'" answered the writer-man. "But it hasn't any ending to it." "It has a very logical ending." "But you didn't give that brute, Hamilton, a chance to do anything for the girl—to make amends." "There wouldn't be any moral to It if I did," replied Webb. "And I'm afraid the readers would be dissatisfied with the way it ends," continued Mansfield. After a pause the writer-man said: "What are you going to do with it?" "I'll give you a hundred dollars for it, but I shan't publish it the way it ends —or rather, doesn't end." "What good is it to you, then?" The editor put his hand affectionate ly on the writer-man's arm: "My dear boy, you have saved me from doing a mean thing, a low down mean thing. I couldn't find it in my heart now to use the Jencks girl's story in the way I intended. Just think, it might have broken her heart. Thank heavens, man, you have saved her and mc." He pressed a button. "Ask the cashier to»make a check for Mr. Webb for $100," he said to the boy who appeared in response to the summons. When the check was brought in Webb folded it carefully and put it in his pocket. "Come to lunch with me," he said. The brilliant editor rose and put on his hat. At that moment the boy ap peared with a card. The editor read it: 'Serona Jencks, Galveston." He handed the enrd to the writer man, then turned to the boy. "Show the lady in. Stay where you are, Webb." Then he added: "A good chance to see the girl." Webb chuckled. A tall slender girl appeared. She had large brown eyes and red lips. Her hands were not small, but were well gloved, and she dressed in good style—not New York style. She held out her hand freely to the editor, and lie shook it heartily and then present ed Webb. "I am just off the steamer," ex claimed Miss Jencks in an effusive way, "and the first thing I did was to call to learn the fate of my story." There was a freshness and innocence about the young woman that amused the editor. After a few minutes' gen eral conversation, she said: "Now tell me all about my story— are you going to print it?" The editor blushed, reflected a min ute, then said: "It is an amusing story, but, to be candid, it is hardly up to our stand ard." "In other words," she interrupted, "it isn't good enough." "Well, if you like to put it that way —yes." Miss Jencks leaned both of her dainty elbows on the table, and looked the editor straight in the eyes for a moment. "Well, 'hen, is it bad enough?" The "ditor and writer-man exchang ed quick and significent glances. Here was an opportunity the Harvard man had not looked for. "I don't know. Perhaps if I were to put our friend, Webb here, to re vise it.he might make it bad enough." She laughed. "Well, then, what will you pay me if I let you publish it as an awful exam ple?" "One hundred dollars." "It's yours." "But even though we publish the story with a pen name, will not some of your friends recognize it and so cause you mortification?" Miss Jencks chuckled sweetly. "You don't suppose I was fool enough to let any of my friends know I wrote a love story, do you?" The writer-man and the editor look ed at each other calmly.—New York Independent. A lN'nl rralrie Kcltoonar. A real pralrio schooner was that described by F. W. 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