He also concocted an advertisement
beginning with "M.A., Oxford, accustomed to the best society and
familiar with European languages," but though the newspapers charged
highly for it, he only received one answer, except those from agents,
and that, he said with illimitable disgust, was from a Yankee.
Meantime he turned over his poems, and made Barbara copy out a ballad
he had written for the "Traveller's Joy" on some local tradition in
the Tyrol. He offered this to a magazine, whose editor, a lady, was
an occasional frequenter of Mrs. Brownlow's evenings. The next time
she came, she showed herself so much interested in the legend that
Allen said he should like to show her another story, which he had
written for the same domestic periodical.
"Would it serve for our Christmas number?"
"I will have it copied out and send it for you to look at," said
Allen.
"If it is at hand, I had better cast my eye over it, to judge whether
it be worth while to copy it. I shall set forth on my holiday
journey the day after to-morrow, and I should like to have my mind at
rest about my Christmas number."
So she carried off with her the Algerine number of the "Joy," and in
a couple of days returned it with a hasty note—-
"A capital little story, just young and sentimental enough to make it
taking, and not overdone.
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