Show i I 1 the story with a sequel 5 copyright by datov story pub co adv and now bot announced the Ms ing young writer tiling back in big chair from the table and confidentially addressing the ink receptacle we come to the end of the story the beautiful princess has been rescued the prince has undergone as many hair breadth escapes as we can really afford to throw in for 8 and the naughty ogre has been killed off by partaking of a box ot poLio ned d afons sent anonymously through the malls an up to date touch that last botty boy the container of writing fluid re kalning unresponsive he continued some folks say mr bottle that a writer always pictures in his hero himself but I 1 doubt that I 1 guess my heroes are mostly composite creatures with just enough of me in the r mabe up to furnish them with movable johnte so to speak at the 1 nees and elbows but tell you who poses for my villains all of them declaimed the R W with vehemence mister dennis Q smith commonly callea penny fate tried to conceal him I 1 suppose but I 1 wish she had gone far enough tu have him born in a settle ment off the railroad in afghanistan and made afghanistan an ed island and instigated international lawa against exploring denny la d smiling good natured chap too and I 1 could like him were he not fool enough to see the good qualities in the girt I 1 like and to carry his audacity to the point of liking her also nothing being forthcoming from the insensate vial the R Y W kept it ui with much satisfaction SL let him smile and smile hell always be my villains he been the bard hearted usurer that turned out the widows and orphans in the cold cold snow hes been the faithless lawyer that destroyed the will and left the rightful heir nothing but a mourning ring and starvation committed every dastardly deel from treason and arson to bolting the straight prohibition ticket and in our present story bot ive made him the horrible ogre a fiendish outcast and carried his degradation to such a degree a to make him opposed to the higher criticism and in disgrace with the administration ive heaped indignity contumely and insult upon him ive made him a victim of moving accidents by field and flood I 1 ve shuffled him off this mortal coll by every known means from the wheel and rack to choking to death on a collar button standing which I 1 invariably find him occupying her front steps or parlor sofa night on tuesdays thursdays and sundays but never mind bot I 1 m sure she s mine so what care I 1 though smith be night live for nan for nan die A knock came upon the door thi warbler arose and admitted decided ly to his surprise and discomfiture the very lady the subject of his imps stoned ditty and object of bis affect alons perhaps he wondered how thick tte tt e woodwork was why what on earth nan he began I 1 have something to tell you dick replied the young lady in a tone that might have been firmer YOU must have but won t you have a chair no it won t tal e but a minute she went on dick I 1 m going to be married now dick had often imagined her telling him this very thing and himself nobly resigning her edging his own utter unworthiness drishing fri shing her joy and so on A quit human sort of picture and one that most lovers have sometimes conjured up nevertheless it hit him hard and the only speech he could frame was the very unromantic yet natural question who toa you know denny but this rather sudden maybe it is said the girl halt de but his uncle died and left him ten thousand dollars and he came and ailed me and I 1 just coulden couldn t stand that factory any long er and now I 1 ve got to go on with it tor yesterday I 1 quit and you know dick I 1 never said I 1 dian didn t like him as well as I 1 do you lj should think you d like him ten thousand times as well you talk that way dick well then ten thousand dollars is no princely fortune might make that much eventually with a single story yes dick you might and I 1 truly hope you win but dick you never have and what was I 1 to do tilted back in hief chair ten thousand collars won t last forever he continued ignoring her gentle yet rankling reminder no but denny is going to invest part of it and open a printing shop with the rest and it will be a good start for for hian printing shop he sneered 11 have a man of letters after all won t you now dick you needa t talk like that at first I 1 was going to write you t 1 I 1 AH A after it was over but that seemed kind of sneaky and I 1 ve always been honest with you haven t I 1 dicka yes nan he admitted you have and you know that work room was no place tor me it was not and I 1 had nothing else and I 1 would have waited for ou dick II 11 you had ever seemed able to get alon even it only enough to barely take care of me it s not the money diab though ten thousand dollars Is a great deal yes be said it Is especially to earn on the payment on publication and I 1 coulden couldn t stand it any longer dick the heat the dut the noise they were just driving me to death and you know you ve said dick im going to be married yourself many a time you wouldn t blame me no matter what I 1 did to get away from there I 1 m not blaming you he replied quietly but I 1 blame myself for for what has happened fo I 1 know you liked me dick and I 1 liked you im sorry it s just circumstances dick just circumstances nan and denny be likes me too she said softly where Is hea hes waiting tor me on the land ing dick went to the door and called to him come in denny I 1 m not go ing to have at thee or anything of that sort come on in denny came in and stood mainly on one foot anu gazed at the floor with as much apparent absorption as it he had never previously seen any conerl vance of the kind it was an embarrass em barass ing situation and all three stood at ease the girl particularly so A description of her probably would be in order but it makes no difference whether she had blue eyes and brown hair or brown eyes and blue hair she was the one girl for each of these men or at least each thought so which Is enough As for her eyes it would at that moment have been difficult to determine their color even had she held them up for by this time they were blurred and mort finally dick spoke well I 1 sup pose I 1 ought to say something denny I 1 know you 11 be good to her and all that because I 1 guess you love her just as well as anybody could and I 1 con you on your inheritance you know wouldn t object to having some kin of that kind myself but I 1 was always careless about selecting my relations and then denny muttered some thing about thanks and the girl glanced at dick and somehow or other the pair of them stumbled out the rising young writer went back to his table and for a long time he sat there quiet while the shadow of the squat ink bottle grew and grew and lay across the floor a broad black bar at last he gathered the scattered sheets of paper together and again took up his pen we indart finish it up bot he said tor time and the day of issue wait tor no man and so the prince came to his own he read aloud as he wrote it and married the princess and they lived happily together ever after and that bot he said putting aside the pen I 1 guess Is the end ot the story there came another knock upon the door but this time it swung swiftly open she did not enter but stood looking at him in a way that he had never seen her look before then she smiled ever so slightly maybe there s a sequel dick she said |