Show the story in the copyright by dlly story company I 1 am not a writer it I 1 were I 1 woud write a story that would create a sen I 1 have that much confidence in myself speaking of confidence I 1 re member when I 1 was a struggling stu dent in chicago I 1 was living on so email a margin that frequently I 1 was unable to get anything to eat but I 1 was so full of confidence that I 1 nev really felt hungry my confidence oni persuaded me that I 1 could write but after taking a course in journalism I 1 crowded waste baskets with manu scripts without getting out of them the manuscripts enough money to pay back the sum I 1 had borrowed from a friend tor tuition while learning to write I 1 have a diploma a real sheepskin affair with the golden seal of a college of journalism thereon certifying that I 1 am a bachelor of journalism J yes a big jay later I 1 became a chem 1st and a hieroglyphist A chemist Is one who can analyze chemicals or corn pounds and a hieroglyphist Is one who can analyze hieroglyphics and con founds I 1 am both and I 1 flatter myself rather my confidence flatters me into believing myself a good embodiment of the principles of both well my inkling of journalism was sufficient to suggest to me the idea that although I 1 could not pick up my pen and dip a story out of my ink bottle there was one in there and a good one too that a suggestive head could take out and spread all over sheets and sheets of paper I 1 wanted that story a prize story contest but my head would not draw it out through the me daum of a pen accordingly I 1 brought my knowledge of chemistry into play I 1 reduced that bottle of ink to sulphate of copper gum accacian copperas ex tract of logwood and hao every in gradient of which bore traces of a for eign substance that I 1 concluded wag the story I 1 was after proceeding I 1 eliminated the H 0 by evaporation hoping that the story would not also evaporate reduced the remaining in gred lents to a fine powder spread the powder on a plate of glass suspended the glass in a glass conical retort by means of a piece of mandolin string exhausted the air set the thing in front of me on my dek and while I 1 watched it allowed my thoughts to dwell on a little love affair of former days I 1 do not believe in spirits but the powder on that plate actually got up and danced all over the plate tor about ten minutes finally settling down in groups so arranged as to present many hieroglyphic shapes I 1 exhausted my knowledge of hieroglyphics in trying to read them without being able to decipher a story after pondering a while a happy thought struck me I 1 made a wax impression of the forms the hieroglyphics and constructed a phonograph like register and sound producing machine placing the regis ter in position and receivers in both ears I 1 turned on the current and bened I 1 was surprised at what I 1 heard n fact at hearing anything at all this Is the story that I 1 heard and it sounded as though the heroine was whispering it to herself yes I 1 remember our first meeting it was on the front steps on july even ing mr hogan introduced us then jack asked me to go to church with him I 1 had just recovered from a se illness and could walk only a few blocks he called a carriage and oh how tenderly he assisted me in and out and bade me lean on him in church 1 loved him from that hour this is his photograph dear old jack I 1 bonde it he Is still in chicago and does he ever walk by that boarding house and think of au gustaa can I 1 ever forget how kind be was to me the year following how he bought me books candy fruit took me to the theater banquets and away out into the country on pleasant drives dear old fellow the park how it used to delight him to take just me board an electric car and spend an hour in the park I 1 remember once writing on one of his business cards then why do I 1 love youa it was only the title of a song but how happy it made him he loved me too the sadness mingled with the sun shine I 1 wore a diamond ring on my engagement finger and received letters that mystified dear jack he loved me and could not bring himself to believe that I 1 was engaged to another he never said a word about it but his eyes were eloquent how they reflect ed his great big generous heart one day wallis came and I 1 had to cancel my engagements with jack can I 1 packed his grip and took a premature pre matuie vacation ever forget how sad he looked when he packed his grip and took a premature vacation I 1 missed him while he was gone more than I 1 can tell willis went away jack came back and we attended the wedding of a friend it was late when we returned jack was silent as the carriage rolled along he ordered a grate fire in the library where we read the papers together after dinner when through he watched the anre and seemed to be studying me he turned abruptly and said augusta this is certa aly a happy impromptu domestic scene I 1 replied I 1 think we get along nicely together he came and knelt by my side and taking my hand in his said augusta I 1 love you before he could say more big tears came to my eyes and I 1 glanced at the diamond ring jack saw it all and sank into his chair he watched the fire die out touched my hand wibb his lips said good night and was gone the next day he was the same old jack a little stooped and sad we went to the park together his sadness deepened and I 1 said to him jack I 1 love you and kissed him I 1 then told him how I 1 was affianced to how desperately he loved me that we were to be married in two weeks but that I 1 loved him dear jack the best of all it was too late though my fate was sealed perhaps we could forget our little romance the following day I 1 left it was hard to go away from him the tare well kiss lingered on our lips he was at the wedding A four leaf clover pin was his gift good luck I 1 wear it all the time how can I 1 ever forget dear patient jack who loved in vain wll augusta I 1 love you lis loves me devotedly and my home Is happy but I 1 love dear old jack jhb best of all |