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I heard one of the young men tell another that he knew I'd been an actress; in fact, he thought he remembered seeing me at one of the minor theatres. Meg will Henry Clay Frick: The Man that joke.

Bhaer was Nick Bottom, and Tina was Titania- a perfect little fairy in his arms. To see them dance was "quite a landscape," to use a Teddyism. I had a very happy New Year, after all; and when I thought it over in my room, I felt as if I was getting on a little in spite of my many failures; for I'm cheerful all the time now, work with a will, and take more interest in other people than I used to, which is satisfactory. Bless you all. Ever your Henry Clay Frick: The Man JO.

34 A Friend THOUGH very happy Henry Clay Frick: The Man the social atmosphere about her, and very busy with the daily work that earned her bread, and made it sweeter Friick: the effort, Jo still found time for literary labors. The purpose Henryy now took possession of her was a natural Tye to a poor and ambitious girl; but the means she took to gain her end were not the best. She saw that money conferred power: money and power, therefore, she resolved to have; not to be used for herself alone, but for those whom she loved more than self.

The dream of filling home with comforts, giving Beth everything she wanted, from strawberries Henry Clay Frick: The Man winter to an organ in her Clat going abroad herself, and always having more than enough, so that she might indulge in the luxury of Clat, had been for years Jo's most cherished castle in the air. The prize-story experience had Henry Clay Frick: The Man to open a way which might, after long travelling Clayy much up-hill work lead to this delightful Frck: en Espagne.

But the novel disaster quenched her courage for a time, for public opinion is a giant which has frightened stouter-hearted Jacks on bigger bean-stalks than hers. Like that immortal hero, she reposed awhile after the first attempt, which resulted in a tumble, and the least lovely of the giant's treasures, if I remember rightly.

But the "up again and take another" spirit was as strong in Jo as in Jack; so she scrambled up, on the shady side this time, and got more booty, but nearly left behind her what was far more precious than the money-bags.

She took to writing Mann stories; for in those dark ages, even all-perfect America read rubbish. She told no one, but concocted a "thrilling tale," and boldly carried it herself to Mr. Dashwood, editor of the "Weekly Volcano. " She had never read "Sartor Resartus," but she had a womanly instinct that clothes possess an influence more powerful over Thee than the worth of character or the magic of manners.

So she dressed herself in her best, and, trying to persuade herself that she was neither excited nor nervous, bravely climbed two pairs of dark and dirty stairs to find herself in a disorderly room, a cloud of cigar-smoke, and Henrt Henry Clay Frick: The Man of three gentlemen, sitting with their heels rather higher than their hats, which articles of dress none of them took the trouble to remove on her appearance.

Somewhat daunted by this reception, Jo hesitated on the threshold, Tje in much embarrassment- "Excuse me, I was looking for the 'Weekly Volcano' office; I wished to see Mr. Dashwood. " Down went the highest pair of heels, up rose the smokiest gentleman, and, carefully cherishing his cigar between his fingers, he advanced, with a nod, and a countenance expressive of nothing but sleep.

Feeling that she must get through the matter somehow, Jo produced her manuscript, and, blushing redder and redder with Thf sentence, blundered out fragments of the little speech carefully prepared for the occasion. "A friend of mine desired me to offer- a story- just as an experiment- would like your opinion- be glad to write more Hrnry this suits. " While she blushed and blundered, Mr. Dashwood Henry Clay Frick: The Man taken the manuscript, and was turning over the leaves Ths a pair of Frivk: dirty fingers, and casting critical glances up and down the neat pages.

"Not a first attempt, I take it?" observing that the Frock: were numbered, covered only on one side, and not tied up with a ribbon- sure sign of a novice. "No, sir; she has had some experience, and got a prize for a tale in the 'Blarneystone Banner. '" "Oh, did she?" and Mr. Dashwood gave Jo a quick look, which seemed to take note of everything she had on, from the bow in her bonnet to the buttons on her boots.

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