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hearing him take up his pretermitted whistle as he passed out；
began to think that the contingent dinner was by no means an
inevitable prospect。
Howbeit； he plunged once more into his monotonous duties。 But the
freshness of the day seemed to have departed with Jack； and the
later interruptions of foreman and publisher were of a more
practical character。 It was not until the post arrived that the
superscription on one of the letters caught his eye； and revived
his former interest。 It was the same hand as that of his unknown
contributor's manuscriptill…formed and boyish。 He opened the
envelope。 It contained another poem with the same signature； but
also a notemuch longer than the brief lines that accompanied the
first contributionwas scrawled upon a separate piece of paper。
This the editor opened first； and read the following； with an
amazement that for the moment dominated all other sense：
MR。 EDITOR；I see you have got my poetry in。 But I don't see the
spondulix that oughter follow。 Perhaps you don't know where to
send it。 Then I'll tell you。 Send the money to Lock Box 47； Green
Springs P。 O。； per Wells Fargo's Express； and I'll get it there； on
account of my parents not knowing。 We're very high…toned； and they
would think it's low making poetry for papers。 Send amount usually
paid for poetry in your papers。 Or may be you think I make poetry
for nothing？ That's where you slip up！
Yours truly； WHITE VIOLET。
P。 S。If you don't pay for poetry； send this back。 It's as good
as what you did put in； and is just as hard to make。 You hear me？
that's meall the time。
WHITE VIOLET。
The editor turned quickly to the new contribution for some
corroboration of what he felt must be an extraordinary blunder。
But no！ The few lines that he hurriedly read breathed the same
atmosphere of intellectual repose； gentleness； and imagination as
the first contribution。 And yet they were in the same handwriting
as the singular missive； and both were identical with the previous
manuscript。
Had he been the victim of a hoax； and were the verses not original？
No； they were distinctly original； local in color； and even local
in the use of certain old English words that were common in the
Southwest。 He had before noticed the apparent incongruity of the
handwriting and the text； and it was possible that for the purposes
of disguise the poet might have employed an amanuensis。 But how
could he reconcile the incongruity of the mercenary and slangy
purport of the missive itself with the mental habit of its author？
Was it possible that these inconsistent qualities existed in the
one individual？ He smiled grimly as he thought of his visitor
Bowers and his friend Jack。 He was startled as he remembered the
purely imaginative picture he had himself given to the seriously
interested Bowers of the possible incongruous personality of the
poetess。
Was he quite fair in keeping this from Jack？ Was it really
honorable； in view of their wager？ It is to be feared that a very
human enjoyment of Jack's possible discomfiture quite as much as
any chivalrous friendship impelled the editor to ring eventually
for the office…boy。
〃See if Mr。 Hamlin is in his rooms。〃
The editor then sat down； and wrote rapidly as follows：
DEAR MADAM；You are as right as you are generous in supposing that
only ignorance of your address prevented the manager from
previously remitting the honorarium for your beautiful verses。 He
now begs to send it to you in the manner you have indicated。 As
the verses have attracted deserved attention； I have been applied
to for your address。 Should you care to submit it to me to be used
at my discretion； I shall feel honored by your confidence。 But
this is a matter left entirely to your own kindness and better
judgment。 Meantime； I take pleasure in accepting 〃White Violet's〃
present contribution； and remain； dear madam； your obedient servant；
THE EDITOR。
The boy returned as he was folding the letter。 Mr。 Hamlin was not
only NOT in his rooms； but； according to his negro servant Pete；
had left town an hour ago for a few days in the country。
〃Did he say where？〃 asked the editor； quickly。
〃No； sir： he didn't know。〃
〃Very well。 Take this to the manager。〃 He addressed the letter；
and； scrawling a few hieroglyphics on a memorandum…tag； tore it
off； and handed it with the letter to the boy。
An hour later he stood in the manager's office。 〃The next number
is pretty well made up；〃 he said； carelessly； 〃and I think of
taking a day or two off。〃
〃Certainly；〃 said the manager。 〃It will do you good。 Where do you
think you'll go？〃
〃I haven't quite made up my mind。〃
CHAPTER II
〃Hullo！〃 said Jack Hamlin。
He had halted his mare at the edge of an abrupt chasm。 It did not
appear to be fifty feet across； yet its depth must have been nearly
two hundred to where the hidden mountain…stream； of which it was
the banks； alternately slipped； tumbled； and fell with murmuring
and monotonous regularity。 One or two pine…trees growing on the
opposite edge； loosened at the roots； had tilted their straight
shafts like spears over the abyss； and the top of one； resting on
the upper branches of a sycamore a few yards from him； served as an
aerial bridge for the passage of a boy of fourteen to whom Mr。
Hamlin's challenge was addressed。
The boy stopped midway in his perilous transit； and； looking down
upon the horseman； responded； coolly； 〃Hullo； yourself！〃
〃Is that the only way across this infernal hole； or the one you
prefer for exercise？〃 continued Hamlin； gravely。
The boy sat down on a bough； allowing his bare feet to dangle over
the dizzy depths； and critically examined his questioner。 Jack had
on this occasion modified his usual correct conventional attire by
a tasteful combination of a vaquero's costume； and； in loose white
bullion…fringed trousers； red sash； jacket； and sombrero； looked
infinitely more dashing and picturesque than his original。
Nevertheless； the boy did not reply。 Mr。 Hamlin's pride in his
usual ascendency over women； children； horses； and all unreasoning
animals was deeply nettled。 He smiled； however； and said； quietly；
〃Come here； George Washington。 I want to talk to you。〃
Without rejecting this august yet impossible title； the boy
presently lifted his feet； and carelessly resumed his passage
across the chasm until； reaching the sycamore； he began to let
himself down squirrel…wise； leap by leap； with an occasional
trapeze swinging from bough to bough； dropping at last easily to
the ground。 Here he appeared to be rather good…looking； albeit the
sun and air had worked a miracle of brown tan and freckles on his
exposed surfaces； until the mottling of his oval cheeks looked like