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After
that
experience
,
Martin
typed
at
the
top
of
the
first
sheet
of
all
his
manuscripts
:
"
Submitted
at
your
usual
rate
.
"
Some
day
,
he
consoled
himself
,
they
will
be
submitted
at
my
usual
rate
.
He
discovered
in
himself
,
at
this
period
,
a
passion
for
perfection
,
under
the
sway
of
which
he
rewrote
and
polished
"
The
Jostling
Street
,
"
"
The
Wine
of
Life
,
"
"
Joy
,
"
the
"
Sea
Lyrics
,
"
and
others
of
his
earlier
work
.
As
of
old
,
nineteen
hours
of
labor
a
day
was
all
too
little
to
suit
him
.
He
wrote
prodigiously
,
and
he
read
prodigiously
,
forgetting
in
his
toil
the
pangs
caused
by
giving
up
his
tobacco
.
Ruth
’
s
promised
cure
for
the
habit
,
flamboyantly
labelled
,
he
stowed
away
in
the
most
inaccessible
corner
of
his
bureau
.
Especially
during
his
stretches
of
famine
he
suffered
from
lack
of
the
weed
;
but
no
matter
how
often
he
mastered
the
craving
,
it
remained
with
him
as
strong
as
ever
.
He
regarded
it
as
the
biggest
thing
he
had
ever
achieved
.
Ruth
’
s
point
of
view
was
that
he
was
doing
no
more
than
was
right
.
She
brought
him
the
anti
-
tobacco
remedy
,
purchased
out
of
her
glove
money
,
and
in
a
few
days
forgot
all
about
it
.
His
machine
-
made
storiettes
,
though
he
hated
them
and
derided
them
,
were
successful
.
By
means
of
them
he
redeemed
all
his
pledges
,
paid
most
of
his
bills
,
and
bought
a
new
set
of
tires
for
his
wheel
.
The
storiettes
at
least
kept
the
pot
a
-
boiling
and
gave
him
time
for
ambitious
work
;
while
the
one
thing
that
upheld
him
was
the
forty
dollars
he
had
received
from
The
White
Mouse
.
He
anchored
his
faith
to
that
,
and
was
confident
that
the
really
first
-
class
magazines
would
pay
an
unknown
writer
at
least
an
equal
rate
,
if
not
a
better
one
.
But
the
thing
was
,
how
to
get
into
the
first
-
class
magazines
.
His
best
stories
,
essays
,
and
poems
went
begging
among
them
,
and
yet
,
each
month
,
he
read
reams
of
dull
,
prosy
,
inartistic
stuff
between
all
their
various
covers
.
If
only
one
editor
,
he
sometimes
thought
,
would
descend
from
his
high
seat
of
pride
to
write
me
one
cheering
line
!
No
matter
if
my
work
is
unusual
,
no
matter
if
it
is
unfit
,
for
prudential
reasons
,
for
their
pages
,
surely
there
must
be
some
sparks
in
it
,
somewhere
,
a
few
,
to
warm
them
to
some
sort
of
appreciation
.
And
thereupon
he
would
get
out
one
or
another
of
his
manuscripts
,
such
as
"
Adventure
,
"
and
read
it
over
and
over
in
a
vain
attempt
to
vindicate
the
editorial
silence
.
As
the
sweet
California
spring
came
on
,
his
period
of
plenty
came
to
an
end
.
For
several
weeks
he
had
been
worried
by
a
strange
silence
on
the
part
of
the
newspaper
storiette
syndicate
.
Then
,
one
day
,
came
back
to
him
through
the
mail
ten
of
his
immaculate
machine
-
made
storiettes
.
They
were
accompanied
by
a
brief
letter
to
the
effect
that
the
syndicate
was
overstocked
,
and
that
some
months
would
elapse
before
it
would
be
in
the
market
again
for
manuscripts
.
Martin
had
even
been
extravagant
on
the
strength
of
those
ten
storiettes
.
Toward
the
last
the
syndicate
had
been
paying
him
five
dollars
each
for
them
and
accepting
every
one
he
sent
.
So
he
had
looked
upon
the
ten
as
good
as
sold
,
and
he
had
lived
accordingly
,
on
a
basis
of
fifty
dollars
in
the
bank
.
So
it
was
that
he
entered
abruptly
upon
a
lean
period
,
wherein
he
continued
selling
his
earlier
efforts
to
publications
that
would
not
pay
and
submitting
his
later
work
to
magazines
that
would
not
buy
.
Also
,
he
resumed
his
trips
to
the
pawn
-
broker
down
in
Oakland
.
A
few
jokes
and
snatches
of
humorous
verse
,
sold
to
the
New
York
weeklies
,
made
existence
barely
possible
for
him
.
It
was
at
this
time
that
he
wrote
letters
of
inquiry
to
the
several
great
monthly
and
quarterly
reviews
,
and
learned
in
reply
that
they
rarely
considered
unsolicited
articles
,
and
that
most
of
their
contents
were
written
upon
order
by
well
-
known
specialists
who
were
authorities
in
their
various
fields
.
It
was
a
hard
summer
for
Martin
.
Manuscript
readers
and
editors
were
away
on
vacation
,
and
publications
that
ordinarily
returned
a
decision
in
three
weeks
now
retained
his
manuscript
for
three
months
or
more
.
The
consolation
he
drew
from
it
was
that
a
saving
in
postage
was
effected
by
the
deadlock
.
Only
the
robber
-
publications
seemed
to
remain
actively
in
business
,
and
to
them
Martin
disposed
of
all
his
early
efforts
,
such
as
"
Pearl
-
diving
,
"
"
The
Sea
as
a
Career
,
"
"
Turtle
-
catching
,
"
and
"
The
Northeast
Trades
.
"
For
these
manuscripts
he
never
received
a
penny
.
It
is
true
,
after
six
months
’
correspondence
,
he
effected
a
compromise
,
whereby
he
received
a
safety
razor
for
"
Turtle
-
catching
,
"
and
that
The
Acropolis
,
having
agreed
to
give
him
five
dollars
cash
and
five
yearly
subscriptions
:
for
"
The
Northeast
Trades
,
"
fulfilled
the
second
part
of
the
agreement
.
For
a
sonnet
on
Stevenson
he
managed
to
wring
two
dollars
out
of
a
Boston
editor
who
was
running
a
magazine
with
a
Matthew
Arnold
taste
and
a
penny
-
dreadful
purse
.
"
The
Peri
and
the
Pearl
,
"
a
clever
skit
of
a
poem
of
two
hundred
lines
,
just
finished
,
white
hot
from
his
brain
,
won
the
heart
of
the
editor
of
a
San
Francisco
magazine
published
in
the
interest
of
a
great
railroad
.
When
the
editor
wrote
,
offering
him
payment
in
transportation
,
Martin
wrote
back
to
inquire
if
the
transportation
was
transferable
.
It
was
not
,
and
so
,
being
prevented
from
peddling
it
,
he
asked
for
the
return
of
the
poem
.
Back
it
came
,
with
the
editor
’
s
regrets
,
and
Martin
sent
it
to
San
Francisco
again
,
this
time
to
The
Hornet
,
a
pretentious
monthly
that
had
been
fanned
into
a
constellation
of
the
first
magnitude
by
the
brilliant
journalist
who
founded
it
.
But
The
Hornet
’
s
light
had
begun
to
dim
long
before
Martin
was
born
.
The
editor
promised
Martin
fifteen
dollars
for
the
poem
,
but
,
when
it
was
published
,
seemed
to
forget
about
it
.
Several
of
his
letters
being
ignored
,
Martin
indicted
an
angry
one
which
drew
a
reply
.
It
was
written
by
a
new
editor
,
who
coolly
informed
Martin
that
he
declined
to
be
held
responsible
for
the
old
editor
’
s
mistakes
,
and
that
he
did
not
think
much
of
"
The
Peri
and
the
Pearl
"
anyway
.
But
The
Globe
,
a
Chicago
magazine
,
gave
Martin
the
most
cruel
treatment
of
all
.
He
had
refrained
from
offering
his
"
Sea
Lyrics
"
for
publication
,
until
driven
to
it
by
starvation
.
After
having
been
rejected
by
a
dozen
magazines
,
they
had
come
to
rest
in
The
Globe
office
.
There
were
thirty
poems
in
the
collection
,
and
he
was
to
receive
a
dollar
apiece
for
them
.
The
first
month
four
were
published
,
and
he
promptly
received
a
cheek
for
four
dollars
;
but
when
he
looked
over
the
magazine
,
he
was
appalled
at
the
slaughter
.
In
some
cases
the
titles
had
been
altered
:
"
Finis
,
"
for
instance
,
being
changed
to
"
The
Finish
,
"
and
"
The
Song
of
the
Outer
Reef
"
to
"
The
Song
of
the
Coral
Reef
.
"
In
one
case
,
an
absolutely
different
title
,
a
misappropriate
title
,
was
substituted
.
