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Show 3IS. OXIjY. She waa a little, delicate, a1 woman, to whom the world did 8ln lag In particular until It treated Mr badly. And that happened vrMH bad a grown-up daughter and tan eon at tehool and an Invalid hurtaW who could do nothing toward rM8t back the mat money. Mm. Abbey found heraelf poor, wW out any prospect. The boya' tlon had lo be completed but wa the tnouey lo com from 8ha hw never learnt how in make money. fJ had never been rich, bnt neceeally hl net rome her war Then II a that she thought ot writing a book. A friend who had dropped In one evWvlOi told a itory of an acquaintance had written a book la mWdl age nu mad a great deal of money. Than Mr Abbey remembered that when ! wot a girl, before her marTlaa, had written two little arlorle ami tent them tn a provincial papar. They h been arrepttd aud paid for. She tald lo her hutband: "I won der If I could write a hook?" He did not anawer. for he thought the wa not In earneat. Ilut Mr. Abbey Ab-bey thought of It conauntly. I'alU Idea began to crowd hr brain. ! Mid to heraelf' "I do ballete I eotlht write a book. There I no harm In trying." f)he got a park! of clunwy fooWap paper, and one night, when nil the household ntlrep, ahn lit n lamp and began to write. And the word came fluently, very fluently. H'r daughter flurmlolyn awoke, and, teeing tee-ing the light came to Hud out what her mother wn doing, for theae two women wo-men ehnred every hope and cure, "Mother." the cried, tee-lng tho pllo of paper, "what are your doing? Oh, mother, I do believe you nro writing n book." At lint Mr i. Abbey denied It. from the tame Impulee that had mado her put her hand quickly over the writing when her daughter ntme In. Ilut after n time the ronfeewMl that It wa to, and timidly read aloud tho tint chapter, chap-ter, which the had Juet flnlehed. "Oh, mother, It It beautiful." cried Gwendolyn, "Shall I go on with It then?" "Ye, yet. go on with HI IlVt tplcn-did tplcn-did I I'm turo It will tell I Do go on with It!" So the went on wllh It. And when tevernl chapter had been written aho tald timidly to her' hutband and ton, who were home for the holldain, "1 I thought I might be able lo wrlto n alory. I havo put down a few Ideoa here, and I'd llko to know If you think It worth whllo going on with." "I've rend It." ald Owen, "and If to Rood! Mr. Abbey took the clotely written paget of M.S. and read them nloud. - "It It line! It It beautiful!" they cried. And It wot beautiful. It wat very beautiful. She went on writing. It wat to lie n, rial book a great book aa long at ono :wD i WHAT AUK YOU DOINUT t ot Scott't or Dlckena' and though her ' pen waa ao fluent, the writing took a ' long time, Ilealdea, alio had other work i to do houtehold duller) to tiro her out ! during tho day, and lometlme her t head ached when evening came. Ilut ' aa toon aa the took up the pen her I check grew lliiahed, mid her mind grew warm with hope. She lott tight ot the bare turioundlngi, and lived In tht atmotphere which fallt like a thlmm'rlng inUt from heaven upon thote wbu commit their miiIm to paper and write wllh their llto't blood. She wna not working for fame, or glory, or celebrity. She had no worldly ambition. ambi-tion. Ilut tho worked for huiband and children for bread for lite llelf. Kvery Sunday Mr. Abbey read nloud the chapter! that had been written during dur-ing the v,rck; and they all cried. "It It bcantltult" The rratli had left them tufflclent money to lire tm tar about I eighteen month, lly that time the book would be flnWhed, and Ihe book mint ncede be a tiiero, lierauee It waa written with nil the beat of woman' aoul. They were thy of mentioning It to outsider! but Mr. Abbey i-ad part of It lo a few Intimate frlmide, and tboy admired It. "I am glad ot that." tald Mr. Abbey, In confidence tu hi daughter, "bacauto I rather mlttruated my own Judgment, though the book teem lo m very beautiful. Hut Mm. Murray .id la I red it Immensely, "And the ought to be a Judge," tald Owen, "beoauat ihe'a a coumn of that Mr. Johnaon, th Journal!' and mutt know a lot of literary pc ub " The book took nearh eighteen montht lo write, and by ib.n time th money waa all uted up The laat chapter chap-ter had been flnlehed anl "the and" written with a ftourlah. I h MS. waa largt and bulky, and very lotely written. writ-ten. Tbey packed It up In brown m-per m-per and tent It of to a Mi'-'try agent, m Mr. Murray had adu-'d thtm tn do. Aa Mr. Abbay banded It over the pottofflc counter the felt ne though It waa her heart that the wat Mudlng forth, mad up Into a bruan paper par-eel. par-eel. MSled tad raguuered, and labeled "Mi. only." About three weak later the poetman brought th Idler for which tbey had been watching. The literary agent wiehed lo .e. Mr. Abbey the follow, j "J- day if hi would come to hit oBea. II ld nothing about th book, but Jnre waa an undeflnabl frh-rance of Undue,. ) hnamaaa.Hiia UU ' h"t-nr , at rnI (t aeeroed to them. N,l mi Mr. Abbey started off Jb iw.-n both their heart baatlna. They- ,,,, , ,hrlr , Attmm, Mr. t-lnlcy ,,ing them. Whn he '"! th. in comma up the ttalr b bctnn i i.h himaelf a hundred mil "" H- hid Rlun the death blow to piikv li,MHYi m the renr ot Ma Ufa. '" h inced omewhat all tha am. '" it- t.r h.,) tbe tainlly ot reading ''"n th. tinr, i I i. . n nii.l her mother tat aulet-I' aulet-I' ii!...ii n woid. while he broka to lr M... a, gently m be could tht) tni'h Hi n Imr great, bulky atory hid '".vim, n ,U a body hopelaaaly nnioveir ti would b ueeleaa to f 'r It to any puhllther. and even If anrlmly viotild tak It. It would Betr tell I nm orry." ald Mr. Abbey. i'h dry lip Uweu could not speak or look up Mr Muiev winced. Then he told her that h.. inuid put her In lb way of Uoln another kind of literary work, where her fluency would bo uteful, and where liKiuilfnl thought were not needed Would he eome hack to tee him lli day week? Owen and her mother walked away. They got Into a dingy omnltiu to eav their beat droMca fim being npnlhrd by th rain. They were quit tllmt for a long tint. "Never mind, tlwennle," aald Ilia mother t laat. putting one cold liand "P tn her month. "I alinll do tome-thing tome-thing else. And he atemU-a kind wn" -M. K. I'lnlay. |