A Mighty Appetite
Wc eat. but we no longer stuff. The
great stutters of the past are dead.
What of that seventeenth century
Kentish man Nicholas Wood, for ex
ample. who would eat a whole hog at
a sitting and follow it up the next day
with thirty dozen pisreons? Withal
this possessor of a "Kentish stomach"
was a sportsman. As proof of this
there is that record of his challeuge to
Taylor, the water |*>et. to "eat at one
time as much Mack pudding as would
reach across the Thames at any place
to be fixed by Taylor himself between
London and Richmond." Well might
old Fuller moralize over that appetite
of Wood's. "Let us raise our grati
tude," he said, "to the goodness of
God, especially when he giveth us ap
l>etite enough for our meat and yet
meat too much for our appetite."—
The Moss Troopers,
Moss troopers was the name given
to the desperate plunderers and rob
bers who sec ret til themselves through
out the sixteenth r»n<! seventeenth cen
turies in the "mosses" on (lie l»orders
of Scotland. These outlaws were
largely made up of deserters and crim
inals from the armies of England and
the continent, and their depredations
and cruelties were the terror of the re
gion infested by them. Many severe
laws were passed against them, but
they were not fairly extirpated until
the eighteenth century.
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IA Hero and af
! Heroine ?
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T How an Author Went Into the J.
Country to Write and -j
*" Found a Model I
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By MARY P. HUNTINGTON f
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•* Copyright by American Press Asso- V
[ * ciation, 1911. jj*
Smithsou received an order for some
literary work and concluded that he
could do It better in the country than
in the city. When he reached his des
tination, a farmhouse, spring was com
ing on, the buds were swelling, ana
the air was tempered by a balmy
warmth. Smithson's job was a story
for a magazine. The editor had a
plati of his own and thought Smithsou
a good man to work it out. The char
acters and incidents were left to the
Smitbson needed a model for his
heroine. He spent the first week in
the country trying to conjure up one
in his Imagination. The result was a
failure. Such heroines compared with
those taken from life are always fail
ures. The former are composite, with
out any individuality, while the latter
are real persons.
One morning when the sun was
brightly shining Smithson was sitting
by a window trying to get bis ideas
into shape. They refused to take
shape. His hero was a steam man,
who moved automatically: his heroine
was a sphynx, who declined to open
either her heart or her character. The
author threw down his pen, picked
up his hat and stick and sallied forth
to gather inspiration.
On the road to the village he met a
young woman who as she walked
read a letter. He inferred that she
came from the postofflce. He liked
her appearance. She was dressed
more tastefully than most country
girls who do not have city shops and
manufactures to supply rhem, and as
she approached Smithson, hearing his
step, she looked up at him. Though
she immediately lbwefea be? eyes
there was something in that look
which caught Smithson.
"There's a character," he said to
himself. "It's written In her face."
Turning, he called to the young lady,
"Beg pardon, but am 1 on the right
road to the postofflce?"
"Is the eastern mail in?"
"What time does it arrive?"
"At n in the morning."
"Thank you very much. Fardon me
for h-ivlng ye-2="
TME XEHMJE WICX COVMSXM, IBWrBWXCK, WASH.
B I am pleased To havebeen of serv
ice to you."
The next morning at 9 he was at
the postoffico. So was the girl. She
gaTc him a nod, with a hit of a smile.
This euibol»lene«l him to join her.
Neither of them received any letters.
Neither expected any. They had gone
to the post office to meet each other.
We know the man's reason: the girl's
we nre ignorant of. We shall learn it
Smithson spoke of the spring, the
green grass, the blue sky; the girl re
marked upon the difference between
April and December. She could work
In December but not in April, and
yet April was the month when the
world was awakening from its winter
torpor. In April she preferred to sit
in the sunshine. They compared
notes and each found that the other
was from the city. But each was too
well bred to ask the other a reason
for being in the country before the
opening of that season In which the
city heglra begins. Smithson saw her
to her home. By this time they dis
covered that they were congenial. The
girl asked Smithson to come up on to
the porch. He accepted, and both sat
down on the top step.
Spring is a lazy season, and both
Smithson and the girl were lazy. They
talked about their present surround
ings—how green the grass was. how
blue the sky, how white the clouds.
Then Smithson directed her attention
to a hawk soariug far up in the ether
and remarked that It was doubtless
watching a barnyard. And the girl
pointed to a hen gathering her chicks
under her with every show of trepida
The morning passed with such idle
chat, and when noon came and Smith-
Jon. arising, sauntered away he had
received permission to call as often
as he liked. He did some work on his
story during the afternoon, and in
the evening wrote Barrows, the mag:;
zine editor, that he had fonnd a mode!
for his heroin« and thought he sliou'd
get on very well. Barrows replied that
be was glad to hear that Smithson
would not have to rely on his imag
ination for his principal character,
since that kind of work was liable to
be very lifeless.
A couple of weeks passed. The
leaves had developed; the flowers were
out; now and then there would come
a warm day. Sniithson's story did not
seem to develop with the season. He
wrote Barrows that he expected to
make a great success with his heroine.
He had as yet not done much writing
for the reason that he wished his con
ceptions to become perfectly formed,
reminding the editor that if an author's
conceptions of his characters are
vague the characters themselves will
be vague. He was studying Miss
Champlin—he had learned her name —
and was daily discovering new traits
in her. He had discovered some con
flicting feminine ldiosyncracies that
would make a uniqxie character.
Smithson threw out several bints to
Miss Champlin to tell him what she
was doing in the country, but elicited
no satisfactory response. He thought
f<»r reason for not explaining her posi
tion might arise from the fact of his
not having told her anything about
himself. He preferred not to do so.
for. if he adnlitted that he was writ
ing a story, she would with a natural
feminine curiosity, wish to know all
about it. and he feared he would "let
the cat out of the bag" that he was
using her for a model. Resides Bar
rows had advised him that if he found
a satisfactory model to keep his pur
pose a secret.
June came, and with it a letter from
the editor saying that he must have
the story by the end of the month,
lie had reserved space for It in the
October and November issues. Smith
son wrote back that it would be im
possible for him to finish the work by
that time, whereupon Barrows wrote
asking how much he had done, and
he was obliged to reply that he had
merely formed his conceptions. He
could now work briskly, but could not
have the story ready before the first
of July. He received a reply -stating
that he might have till the first of
July, but no longer. He advised the
author to give up studying his model
and go to work.
Smithson reddened slightly at what
he considered an Imputation and re
solved to do iK'tter. But by this time
every hour he spent away from Miss
Champlin seemed an hour lost. Be
sides. when he began to work, his
model, what she had last said to him,
whether it was to be interpreted as
encouragement or the reverse—in
short, her personality—would insist on
thrusting Itself l»etween him and the
paper before him and interfered with
his writing. The consequence was
that the middle of June came and the
story had not taken any shape what
ever. One serious trouble was that
his model was constantly showing dif
ferent traits, ne tried to get hold of
them, to group them, but they were
like a handful of fireflies, constantly
crawling out between his finjrers.
On the 20th of June he wrote Bar
rows that he must have at least an
other month or give up the job. Bar
rows replied that he could not have' a
day. He said he believed it was a
case of a character getting away with
an author Instead of an author put
ting his character In limbo. Barrows
waxed facetious also in saying that
the heroine of the story was doubtless
no misty being, but real flesh and
Smithson saw nothinsr for it but to
return to the city. ne concluded to
go and announced his intention to Miss
Champlin. He found her getting
ready to depart also. TTq concluded
they might as well take the same
train. During that eveninc they sat
on the top step of the porch where
they had spent their first morning to
gether. a half moon looking down on
them from the southern sky. Smith
son told her "his story"—not the one
he had intended to write, but a true
love story—and they sat till near mid
night talking it over.
The next day they returned to the
Smithson railed on Barrows reluc
tantly. He was very shamefaced about
bis failure to -write a story, especially
as the editor had shown a knowledge
of why he had failed. Barrows kept
him waiting half an hour, then he was
admitted to the sanctum. Smithson
stood astonished. There was Miss
"I have put up a Job on you two,**
he said. "I sent you, Smitlison. to the
country to write a story. I sent Miss
Champlin to the same place to write
another one. I contrived that you
should take Miss Champlin as a model
for your heroine and that she should
use you for her hero. I wished to see
what kind of work such a scheme
would produce. It has convinced me
that character drawing is not a mat
ter of feeling, but of art. There has
evidently been a love story, but neither
yours nor hers got on to paper. Neither
of you, so far as I can learn, has writ
ten the first chapter."
"Do you mean," snapped Miss Cham
plin, addressing Smithson, "that you
were studying me as a puppet?"
"What were you studying me for?'
"For the same purpose," Barrows
Miss Champlin scowled at Smithson
for a few moments, then turned upon
"That was a mean trick of yours,**
"What? A mean trick to kindle lore
in two hearts! You two will thank
me for the balance of your Uvea."
"I won't!" cried Miss Champlin.
"I will," said Smlthson triumphantly.
"That will do," said Barrows. "I'm
Miss Champlin and Sniithson walked
out together. They stood waiting for
the elevator. She looked at him, and
they both smiled a sickly smile.
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