The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 8, 1903, Page 1

HE Sunday Call has secured the special rights for the Pacific Coast of “A Girl Who Wrote,” by Alan Dale, the great New York dramatic critic, and will publish this splendid novel complete in three is- sues of its magazine section—Febru- ary 1, 8 and 15 inclusive. The name of Alan Da well known in the wo that he needs no furthe: n. “A Whe Wro is one of the stories of newspaper and theatrical life that has ever beea printed. It threbs with the actuali- ties of life and the characters stand forth as living and breathing human beings in st to the usual creat o P B To b H G he completio ' The Sunday Call Will hat sensati problem The Leopard's Dixen Jr ¥ w by B Th be made later that be rigl line with the splendid literary of The Ffunday Ca reade se you t you 10 be fearfully ttered “fn his P him was- o with a f gold, of the " ¢ er wit s as & tribute m not awfully lor . e lie made her lipst 'y ar with the old frumps here to-night 1 d of jt—yes, I'm gla - think, 1 ought to hair, part it in the mic ipl- DYer e Thern~ lady—vyou'd like to see serge gown, - with nd my neck ht to- feel worsted sha 1 know the Chartie. me ot L hate her, Oh sort like, ou care paused period of defiance t defiance was a friend at ig ts W her aimed 5 he said, T should have it to-night—as a « r sought out f the la No, 1 do 1 dislike d. quickly rebel- > tell her that Mrs. 3ld have been use. did » would he d at 2 to th a t my ve for ewoman—& Why un- gir Covington, d to embar- even allu- putation is—er—rather mine merely—er—Ilooks she retorted, with a tinge of bitterness. “Well. that makes all the difference. 1 am intelligent enough— ¥ a tted my inte gence, Charlie, rson who is m rson who looks think so? it would pittance =ehold for pickled cabb-ge, jams. And ht.” 1d_spoil i that I and Wet-blanket nuisance.. 1 won't t. Mr. Covington. to see you home.” he sald, )t gol Igol 1d went slowly She « when planted there. where she d gloves was indignant to vent leen “harlie. She had beer nd if the will to most wishes signifie hers had been riousl Jack that it was not fi troduced to 1 dently decided g she should be in nd cousin. Wh She did not know was £00d enoug! g g T o s jester. his gt mooded Sallie marveled that & m who made no pretense of disguis erest in a girl. should kee; > side of his 1ife only. She had ) feel vexed Mr. Childer was her boss.” and she was not justified in resenting anything he did—unless. perchance, he re- duced ‘her salary Still, she felt humilated, annoyed, sore at heart. She could not afford -to spay hdm out’; bi would less amiahle to him. less r s to conform ta, his mogds, 1Were unwilling to pose as the jester tBst lighteped his hours of toil. ~ If he id not need her when he was atShis Pleasures—well. she would make hersel carce on all occasions. S Andgfgothing— no, nothing on earth— positively, absolutely mnothing—shoutd ever Thduce her to ride uptown with him egaln after office hours. She would show him that she had a little pride. If he: came to her and sald “Miss Syden- ham?- (he had called her.Sallie one hour ago. Perhaps it was too familiar), “I beg you to ride uptown with me. Please, please do”—she would say, ‘Thank you Llr Childers, not to-night.” She buttoned her long coat slowly, speared a pin through Ler hat and drew on_her gloves, Mr. Childers appeared at the door and s vvercoat and smiled at her held 1 He wore Lat in har 1 am waitir v you said K goe over Us ride uptown, talk it ovey I hammer 1l she said was, "I amn & 2 il comedy of Womal—comedy tragedy. CHAPTER IX. Sallie plunged again into owidom's ceasel goalless whirl—a whiri that siowly ais e vitabty from 3 men, maki <oulle pie automata. She threw herseif into a sirug- gle thaf saps ! and para < e energles. She d 1o be squeezed bir e ma- In the gigantic. resistiess owl ni for she 0id not kuow that when t chines had dredged every drop of orlg.~ nality from her inteliect they woud cast her aside—an orange pulp with its juices orgolten. in_a lgr that has g tis mising vints ke that different land w L her owls, ' ehedding her s ibstunce as she weni, and tending—nowhere. For ew/dom has no limits.or boundaries. Its votaries are con- demned, like the Wandering Jew. to ver- petual pereg! Th owls ¢ “get there,” f there.”" dom, -like & « symbol of ater for the “finis swirling chapt never writter She was sat elusive, will- o'-the-wisp glories thut surrounded her e ate ravenously of Dead Sea fru:t, and never noticed the mshes that it left in her mouth. Compleiely ostracized from the of her nan tows w8 to the of bher. owls to the ieft of her—she viewed the worid from paint of view—a view (hat n blest and the t dest and the wors She knew that ther ow s that still reserved (heir r ing pow ers. and were exempt from the verdict, and she flattered horse f tua de them- was among them. Most owis de selves in this way. “4 could guit it all in aymoment she would say to herseif at tihies, when the darkness of the night haunuting ters of relentless iings that shn wd written—base, taunting gnomws conjured up by the abandon of ¥ an—wou d stand by her slecpless b A men- ace her with threatening finge quit it all in a. moment some day. 1 am young “1 couid Perhans 1 will When 1 rif will be time enough to sew an 1 am not a womanl w maseyline streak in e maf's work for a man's @ muneration.’ The first “1itflé rift wilhin the lute made liself falt at the owls recepiion. The man for whose friendship she wouid have cast hersélf still further advifi. fgr whose cherished anq iéul g comradesli the would havé dupved wiy Gangers? iy not seen fit to préseft Nertss (h. wiky who presided over his homes i1 thi unkindest cut of ajl. and et et it was eminently logical.-, V' Al to do with the inmer [ifé of the owfs? Why shou'd she belive that the quali- ties that endeared her to Newspaper Row were of the faintest avail outside of it? She could not eat a pie and have a pie a species of jugglery that had never yet Leen known to succeed Sthl. it was bitter to know that she was just a journalistic comrade and noth% ing more—that she began and ended in owldom's territory—that where she made her exit Ivy Hampton perhaps achieved an entrance that was of more durabie ac- count and of finer intrinsic value, When the horrid specters and taunting gnomes that materialized in the shadowy solitude of her room bent over her they seemed o teil her that she stood o whifting juicksands, d that whatever e did mattered 'ittle in the long rut The specters and gnomes, with grins of malice, would raise to her eves a shining vision. Sbe would see Jack Childers, king off the thraldom of owidom in his own discreet and elegantly uppointed home.. And as he entered—perhaps he had just left her after the coveted ride uptown—Ivy, her luminous golden hair shimmering around her pale and delicate- 1y outiined face, would meet him and bid him welcome. And they would talk far into the early hours of the morning on topics of human concern and beauty. There would be none of the jargon of owldom In thelr converse, no, ill-natured comments crude jests and epigrammatic stupldity. She could see him wrenching himseif free from the souyenizs of, the day. And she herseélf “was one of those souvenirs, the last to cling to him before he entered those placid omestic portals Before she slept the utter selfishness of her mood would be realized. Why should she rebel. like @ dog in the:manger, at her cheri<hed comradge’s happir Mere- ly beca se she could n e it. How giadl would have welcomed an in- troduction to his home women. and what a joy it would have been v her to watch these domestic piciures irom « privileged point. But he had willed it other- and she was shut out. And then would tall asieep. to awake ahd laugh The labors of owldun were stratir of these distressing = nights Sallie wa= blithe to the point of desper- ation. She would go to the office vulse the entire establishment with her recklessness and irreverence. She .would peep imto the sanctum occupied by the freckle remoyer. the poe the society butterfly and {he other perfect ladies of the nest. and withdraw quickly, as iufu- riated glances were cast at her, Once ghe senl them an Invitation to tea in shiver deviltry and refeived a crushing note of regrel signgd by each uf the vo- turi On these oocasions Mr. Childers would take herto:Mouquin's to dinuer, and she would it in @n atmosphere of cooks and laik to hif as though her very spul “were in her lpe. She was happs if “by ny cha Anastasia, br Amelia. Amberg iutchinson, or Rita Eisens:efn. detained By stress of worls, sat 1ear het. It amused her (o watch their by-play. It wa < good as a farce—better than a good ma that cruel fate compelled to see- potice their smiling Mr. Childers whileg her, his companion. v giarl ne This dppealed (o lie's notlons of the ridiculous, for there was no malice in her nature Once, at one of thesc dinners. Sallie saw Anastasia Alwood. tired work- fter fug_a'l afternoon om a pe e If 1 Could Fly!" (t sitting alone at_an adjoining table. The poetess looked ingably weary. and Sallie forgot her dislike of the woman in her sympathy for the fazged owl “Do »u mind if | ask her to join us?" she queried of Jack Childers Mr. Childers minded very much indeed, and sald so, suggesting at the same time that, as Anastasia seemed so fervidly anxious to fiy. it would be as well for her to realize that now was her cue. Let ber fiy. “I'm net sorry for her,” he said. has a nusband. Why doesn’ home and mend his socks Sallie laughed. *The husbands of ladies who write,” she said, “wear socks that are warranted never to develop holes. But that is-pot the point. The poor thing looks . fagged out, and I know—I feel it in my bones—that she will treat herself to a glass of water. In the interest of the office she needs Burgundy.” ;Jack Childers shrugged his’ shoulders. “Would you be sitting at a table in a masculine restaurant, all by yourself, if you had a husband, Sallie (He had never returned to the formal “Miss Syden- bam.") 1 oA 4 again. The woman who invented earning het own Lving ousht to be compelled to do that. and unotliing eise, all ‘through eternity.” ) “You really don't mean what yeu say?” He seemed quite vexed. “Honor bright laughed Sallle. “Of . course I do. - Women were never meant . “Not she answered quickly. to pay rent. It is,the only outlay that only oFed somebody who would brmfi worries me. I hate it. I keep my rent e in My rept everysmonth, you would'in an old vase, which [ use for nothing pever see me In this region of the city else, and as soon as the time comes—if it ever comes—when Miss Sydenham can say ta-ta to pen amd ink.’'she wil] break that’vase inté a thousand piec less than a thousand. It is a very handsome old vase, but I detest the‘sight of it. It always seems to say to me, 'Fifty dollars a month, please, in advance” " “Still you like ta_be indepgndent?: “T don't. 1 am obliged to’ be independ- ent, but [ don't like it. The girl who earns her own living is an anomaly. Every Jack should labor for a Jill (she dlushed remembered that his nam Jack. and, burried on), and if are too many Jills in the world they atid €0 to Salt Lake [I've no.patience wit girls whe pretend that they like working and are quite satisfied with their lot. They may_ have to do it, but they can't lika it. ‘Thereis ndthing to like in it ng of the sori g poi But,” rapidiy changlng the stbjec io not Everythir We were meant to I'm sure of that. going to ask Mrs. Atwood Bestde 10 i “T'm to join us,