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He
toiled
on
till
dark
,
when
he
went
out
to
the
reading
-
room
and
explored
magazines
and
weeklies
until
the
place
closed
at
ten
o
’
clock
.
This
was
his
programme
for
a
week
.
Each
day
he
did
three
thousand
words
,
and
each
evening
he
puzzled
his
way
through
the
magazines
,
taking
note
of
the
stories
,
articles
,
and
poems
that
editors
saw
fit
to
publish
.
One
thing
was
certain
:
What
these
multitudinous
writers
did
he
could
do
,
and
only
give
him
time
and
he
would
do
what
they
could
not
do
.
He
was
cheered
to
read
in
Book
News
,
in
a
paragraph
on
the
payment
of
magazine
writers
,
not
that
Rudyard
Kipling
received
a
dollar
per
word
,
but
that
the
minimum
rate
paid
by
first
-
class
magazines
was
two
cents
a
word
.
The
Youth
’
s
Companion
was
certainly
first
class
,
and
at
that
rate
the
three
thousand
words
he
had
written
that
day
would
bring
him
sixty
dollars
—
two
months
’
wages
on
the
sea
!
On
Friday
night
he
finished
the
serial
,
twenty
-
one
thousand
words
long
.
At
two
cents
a
word
,
he
calculated
,
that
would
bring
him
four
hundred
and
twenty
dollars
.
Not
a
bad
week
’
s
work
.
It
was
more
money
than
he
had
ever
possessed
at
one
time
.
He
did
not
know
how
he
could
spend
it
all
.
He
had
tapped
a
gold
mine
.
Where
this
came
from
he
could
always
get
more
.
He
planned
to
buy
some
more
clothes
,
to
subscribe
to
many
magazines
,
and
to
buy
dozens
of
reference
books
that
at
present
he
was
compelled
to
go
to
the
library
to
consult
.
And
still
there
was
a
large
portion
of
the
four
hundred
and
twenty
dollars
unspent
.
This
worried
him
until
the
thought
came
to
him
of
hiring
a
servant
for
Gertrude
and
of
buying
a
bicycle
for
Marion
.
He
mailed
the
bulky
manuscript
to
The
Youth
’
s
Companion
,
and
on
Saturday
afternoon
,
after
having
planned
an
article
on
pearl
-
diving
,
he
went
to
see
Ruth
.
He
had
telephoned
,
and
she
went
herself
to
greet
him
at
the
door
.
The
old
familiar
blaze
of
health
rushed
out
from
him
and
struck
her
like
a
blow
.
It
seemed
to
enter
into
her
body
and
course
through
her
veins
in
a
liquid
glow
,
and
to
set
her
quivering
with
its
imparted
strength
.
He
flushed
warmly
as
he
took
her
hand
and
looked
into
her
blue
eyes
,
but
the
fresh
bronze
of
eight
months
of
sun
hid
the
flush
,
though
it
did
not
protect
the
neck
from
the
gnawing
chafe
of
the
stiff
collar
.
She
noted
the
red
line
of
it
with
amusement
which
quickly
vanished
as
she
glanced
at
his
clothes
.
They
really
fitted
him
,
—
it
was
his
first
made
-
to
-
order
suit
,
—
and
he
seemed
slimmer
and
better
modelled
.
In
addition
,
his
cloth
cap
had
been
replaced
by
a
soft
hat
,
which
she
commanded
him
to
put
on
and
then
complimented
him
on
his
appearance
.
She
did
not
remember
when
she
had
felt
so
happy
.
This
change
in
him
was
her
handiwork
,
and
she
was
proud
of
it
and
fired
with
ambition
further
to
help
him
.
But
the
most
radical
change
of
all
,
and
the
one
that
pleased
her
most
,
was
the
change
in
his
speech
.
Not
only
did
he
speak
more
correctly
,
but
he
spoke
more
easily
,
and
there
were
many
new
words
in
his
vocabulary
.
When
he
grew
excited
or
enthusiastic
,
however
,
he
dropped
back
into
the
old
slurring
and
the
dropping
of
final
consonants
.
Also
,
there
was
an
awkward
hesitancy
,
at
times
,
as
he
essayed
the
new
words
he
had
learned
.
On
the
other
hand
,
along
with
his
ease
of
expression
,
he
displayed
a
lightness
and
facetiousness
of
thought
that
delighted
her
.
It
was
his
old
spirit
of
humor
and
badinage
that
had
made
him
a
favorite
in
his
own
class
,
but
which
he
had
hitherto
been
unable
to
use
in
her
presence
through
lack
of
words
and
training
.
He
was
just
beginning
to
orientate
himself
and
to
feel
that
he
was
not
wholly
an
intruder
.
But
he
was
very
tentative
,
fastidiously
so
,
letting
Ruth
set
the
pace
of
sprightliness
and
fancy
,
keeping
up
with
her
but
never
daring
to
go
beyond
her
.
He
told
her
of
what
he
had
been
doing
,
and
of
his
plan
to
write
for
a
livelihood
and
of
going
on
with
his
studies
.
But
he
was
disappointed
at
her
lack
of
approval
.
She
did
not
think
much
of
his
plan
.
"
You
see
,
"
she
said
frankly
,
"
writing
must
be
a
trade
,
like
anything
else
.
Not
that
I
know
anything
about
it
,
of
course
.
I
only
bring
common
judgment
to
bear
.
You
couldn
’
t
hope
to
be
a
blacksmith
without
spending
three
years
at
learning
the
trade
—
or
is
it
five
years
!
Now
writers
are
so
much
better
paid
than
blacksmiths
that
there
must
be
ever
so
many
more
men
who
would
like
to
write
,
who
—
try
to
write
.
"
"
But
then
,
may
not
I
be
peculiarly
constituted
to
write
?
"
he
queried
,
secretly
exulting
at
the
language
he
had
used
,
his
swift
imagination
throwing
the
whole
scene
and
atmosphere
upon
a
vast
screen
along
with
a
thousand
other
scenes
from
his
life
—
scenes
that
were
rough
and
raw
,
gross
and
bestial
.
The
whole
composite
vision
was
achieved
with
the
speed
of
light
,
producing
no
pause
in
the
conversation
,
nor
interrupting
his
calm
train
of
thought
.
On
the
screen
of
his
imagination
he
saw
himself
and
this
sweet
and
beautiful
girl
,
facing
each
other
and
conversing
in
good
English
,
in
a
room
of
books
and
paintings
and
tone
and
culture
,
and
all
illuminated
by
a
bright
light
of
steadfast
brilliance
;
while
ranged
about
and
fading
away
to
the
remote
edges
of
the
screen
were
antithetical
scenes
,
each
scene
a
picture
,
and
he
the
onlooker
,
free
to
look
at
will
upon
what
he
wished
.
