Olbrich, M. B. (ed.) / The Wisconsin literary magazine
Vol. 1, No. 1 (December 1903)
The story of a hit, pp. [unnumbered]-18
THE WISCONSIN LITERARY MAGAZINE of a small two-story brick house. A long flight of steps led up to the front door and on the top sat a little girl in white. "If you're from the newspaper," she said, "and you want to see Mr. Finlay, it's no use, because he's dead." "Dead!" repeated Hartly. "Yes, dead. He had the fever again and died this morning awful early." The Sunday editor caught Hartly's arm and half led him to the door. "Where's his room?" "It's the first one to the left, but he's dead and it's no use to see him." With the assurance born of much newspaper work the Sunday Editor opened the door and walked up the stairs, followed by Hartly. The dust was thick and there was a heavy odor, while at the top a slatternly woman peered over the banisters as though to prevent their coming. The Sunday Editor opened the door to the left and looked in. It was a little room, bare of all that might suggest warmth or comfort. A single picture brightened the walls. It was a pink and white chorus girl on gray paper. She smiled at them in- vitingly over a daintily poised shoulder. And on the bed- With a choked sob Hartly sprang forward and, snatching the colored sketch from the wall, tore it into a dozen pieces. And on the bed lay Finlay, very white and very still, staring up at the ceiling with wide, unwinking eyes. -Horatio Winslow.
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