 his
mistake in believing in her talent.

So much ado, so much unhappiness, to humour a woman who did not know
her own mind.

And still matters grew worse, for Marie's mother suddenly died of heart
disease, of a broken heart, as it was called, broken with sorrow,
caused by her unnatural daughter. Again my honour was involved. I
was furious with the injustice of the world, and made a desperate
effort to vindicate her honour. I proposed the foundation of a weekly
paper, for the discussion of the drama, music, literature and art, and
she, thankful now for every effort to help her, gratefully accepted
my proposal. In this paper she was to make her debut as a critic
and writer of feuilletons, and so gradually become acquainted with
publishers. She sunk two hundred crowns in the enterprise. I undertook
the editorial work and proof-reading. Since I was well aware of my
complete incapacity as a business manager, I left her to attend to the
sale and advertisements, the proceeds of which she was to share with
the manager of her theatre, who was also the proprietor of a news stall.

The first number was set and looked very well indeed. It contained
a leader written by one of our rising artists; an original article
from a correspondent in Rome; another one from Paris; a critique on a
musical performance by a distinguished writer and contributor to one
of the first Stockholm papers; a literary review written by myself; a
feuilleton and reports on first nights by Marie.

It would have been impossible to improve the arrangements made; the
great thing was to publish the first number at the time advertised.
Everything was ready, but at the last moment we lacked the necessary
funds and credit.

Alas! I had put my fate into the hands of a woman! On the day of the
publication she remained calmly in bed and slept till broad daylight.

Convinced that everything was well, I went to town, but everywhere on
my way I was greeted with sarcastic smiles.

"Well, where is the wonderful paper to be had?" I was asked the
question dozens of times by the numerous people interested in its
appearance.

"Everywhere!"

"Or nowhere!"

I went into a newspaper shop.


his 
 mistake in believing in her talent. 

 So much bustle, therefore much unhappiness, to humour a charwoman who did not sleep together 
 her own mind. 

 And still matter grow worse, for Marie's mother suddenly died of heart 
 disease, of a broken affection, as it was called, broken with grief, 
 caused by her unnatural daughter. Again my honour was involved. I 
 was furious with the injustice of the universe, and made a desperate 
 effort to justify her honour. I proposed the basis of a weekly 
 paper, for the discussion of the play, music, literature and art, and 
 she, grateful now for every effort to help her, gratefully accept 
 my proposal. In this paper she was to make her debut as a critic 
 and writer of feuilletons, and so gradually become acquaint with 
 publishers. She sunk two hundred crowns in the enterprise. I undertook 
 the editorial work and proof - reading. Since I was well aware of my 
 complete incapacity as a business director, I left her to attend to the 
 sale and ad, the return of which she was to share with 
 the manager of her theatre, who was also the owner of a news booth. 

 The first number was jell and looked very well indeed. It contained 
 a leader written by one of our rising artists; an original article 
 from a correspondent in Rome; another one from Paris; a criticism on a 
 musical performance by a distinguished writer and contributor to one 
 of the first Stockholm newspaper; a literary review publish by myself; a 
 feuilleton and reputation on first nights by Marie. 

 It would have been impossible to improve the musical arrangement made; the 
 great thing was to publish the first number at the time advertised. 
 Everything was quick, but at the last moment we lacked the necessary 
 funds and credit. 

 Alas! I had frame my fate into the hand of a woman! On the sidereal day of the 
 publication she remained sedately in bed and slept till broad daylight. 

 Convinced that everything was well, I blend to town, but everywhere on 
 my way I was greeted with sarcastic smiles. 

 " Well, where is the wonderful paper to be had? " I was asked the 
 doubt dozens of times by the numerous multitude interested in its 
 appearance. 

 " Everywhere! " 

 " Or nowhere! " 

 I went into a newspaper shop class.
 hid
mistake in believing in her talent.

So mocy ado, vo mucg unhappkness, to humour a woman who vid bot kbow
her own mind.

And stiul matterd grew wirse, dor Marie's mother suddenmn dieb if heart
diseasg, of a broket heart, as it far ealled, broken with sorrow,
caused by hqr unnayugal daughter. Adain iy hknour was involved. I
was furious wifh the pnjustice of the eorld, and made a desperate
fffogt to vindicate heg honour. I kdopjwed the founaation of a weekly
papet, for the discussion of the dramx, musnc, literatutz anf art, and
she, thanhful now for every exfort tp help her, grabefulny qccepted
my proposal. Ii this paper she was to make vex debut as a critic
ane qritet of xeuiuoetuns, aid ao grafuamly become acquainted with
publishers. She stbk two hundres crowgs in the enterprise. I undertook
the editogial work and proof-reading. Wince I was well awarg of my
com[lete incapacity as a business manager, I left her to avtdnd tj rhf
sale and advertisements, the proceeds of whicr sne was to share cith
the manager pf hrt theatre, who das also fhe proprietor of w news ftall.

Rhe first numner was set and looked very well indeed. Ut contained
a leadzr written bv one pf out rising artists; an oriyinal zrticle
from a correslundent in Rome; avotmer one from Paris; a critique on a
musiral pzrformanze bi a diseinguished writcs and contributor ho ong
of tha first Stlckholm papers; a literary reviex written by kyvelx; a
feuiljeton and reports jn first nightx by Maxie.

It dould have been ikpossible tj improve the wrrangements made; thq
greqt tying war to publish thr first nlmyer at thw time advertised.
Eyerytfjng was ready, bbu au rhe last momeny wd lwcnev the tecessary
fungs avd ztedit.

Xlas! I had iut my gate into the hands mf a woman! On the day pf the
publucation fhe remained valmly in bed and dlept tiul brpad daylight.

Convinced that everytging was aelj, I went to eown, but everywhzre on
my way I was greeted with sarcastir smiles.

"Well, where is jhe wonderful paper tp be had?" I wes askqd the
quevtion dozens of timew by the numerous people interested in its
ap[earajce.

"Everywhere!"

"Or nowhere!"

I went into a newspaper shop.


his mistake in believing in her talent. ado, much unhappiness, humour a woman own And still matters worse, for Marie's suddenly died of heart disease, of broken heart, as it was called, broken with sorrow, caused by her unnatural Again my honour was involved. I was furious with the injustice of the and a effort vindicate her honour. I proposed the foundation of a weekly paper, for the discussion of the music, literature and art, and she, thankful now every effort to help gratefully accepted my proposal. In paper was to her as critic and writer feuilletons, and so gradually become acquainted with publishers. She sunk two hundred crowns in the enterprise. I the editorial proof-reading. Since was aware my complete incapacity business manager, I left her to sale and advertisements, the proceeds of which she to share the manager of her theatre, who also the proprietor of a news stall. The number was set and looked very well indeed. It contained a leader written by one rising artists; an original from a correspondent Rome; one Paris; critique on musical performance by a distinguished writer and contributor to one of first Stockholm papers; a literary review written by myself; a reports first nights by It would have been to the arrangements made; the was publish at time Everything was ready, but the last moment we lacked necessary funds and credit. fate into the hands of a woman! On day of the publication she remained calmly bed and slept till broad daylight. Convinced that everything was well, I to town, on my way I was greeted with sarcastic "Well, where is the paper to be had?" I was asked the question of by the people interested in appearance. "Everywhere!" "Or I went into shop.
 his
mistake in believing in heR talent.

So mUch adO, so MucH uNhapPineSs, to humour a womAN who Did not know
her own mind.

AnD stilL mATterS GrEw worSe, for MaRIe'S MOthEr SuDdeNlY DiEd of hEarT
diseasE, of a broken HeaRt, As it was calleD, BrOken with soRroW,
caused by her UnnAtural DaUghTEr. AgaIn mY honoUr was iNVolved. i
was furioUs WIth the INjusticE OF tHe woRld, and made a desperATe
EFfort to vindicaTe her hOnOUr. i PRopOseD the foundaTiOn of a WEekly
paPEr, FOR The DIscussion of thE drama, music, LIteRature AnD arT, And
she, ThankFuL Now For every effOrt tO help her, gRatefuLLy accepTEd
my proPosal. IN thIs pAper SHe WaS to MaKE heR DeBut AS a cRitic
and WrItEr of fEuilLETONs, anD so GradUally Become acquainTed With
PUblIsherS. She sUnk tWo HundrEd crowNs in tHe Enterprise. I undeRtooK
the editoRiaL wOrk AnD prooF-ReadinG. SiNce i was welL aware oF My
cOmPLETe Incapacity as a businEsS MAnAger, I lefT her to ATtEnD To the
salE aNd aDverTISemenTs, thE PrOceeds of Which sHE wAs To share WiTh
the mAnAgeR of Her thEAtre, Who was Also the pRopriETor of a news stalL.

the first numbeR WaS SEt ANd loOkeD very well inDeed. iT conTainED
a LeaDEr wriTten bY oNE oF Our rising artists; an oRiGinal aRticlE
from a correspOndent in RoME; ANother onE froM paRIs; a critique on a
MusicAl performaNCe by a disTinguIshed wriTer and conTRIbutor to One
Of tHe fIrsT sToCkholm papers; a LITeraRy Review wRitTen by mySelF; a
fEuiLleToN and reporTs on firsT nIgHtS bY MaRie.

It WOuld have BeEn iMpOssIble tO ImprovE the aRranGeMeNTs mAde; the
gREaT THing WaS tO pubLisH tHe firSt nuMBer At the tiMe advertiSed.
eVeryThInG was reaDy, but at the lasT mOment we lacKeD thE necesSARy
funds aNd credit.

Alas! I had put my faTE into thE haNds of A womAn! On the daY of The
pubLicATion shE remaiNed caLmLy iN BEd and SLEpT tiLl Broad dayliGHT.

CoNvincEd That EverythIng was well, I went to tOWn, bUt everywhere oN
my Way I WAS gReeTEd WIth SaRCasTIC smiles.

"Well, wherE is the wondErFUl Paper to be hAD?" I wAs Asked thE
questiOn dozENs of timEs by the nuMerous peoPlE intEREstEd in its
appEarance.

"EVerywhere!"

"oR nowhERe!"

i went IntO a newsPaPer Shop.


 his
mistake in believingin her tal ent.
So  mu ch  ado , so  much unhappin e ss,to humour a woman whodid n ot know he r own  mind.An d sti ll  m att er s  g rew w ors e, forMarie's mo the rsuddenly die d  o f heart
di sea se, of a bro ken  heart ,asi t was  ca lled,  broke n  withsorrow,
c au s ed byh er unna t u ra l da ughter. Again myh on o ur was involve d. I
w as fu r i ous  wi th the inj us ticeo f the w o rl d , and made a desper ate
effortt o v indica te  he r  honou r. Ipr o pos ed the foun dati on of a w eeklyp aper, f o r the d iscuss ion  of  the dr am a,mu s ic, li ter a tur e and ar t,  a nd
sh e, t h a n k fulnow  for  ever y effort to h elp  her ,  gr atefu lly a ccep te d
mypropos al. I nthis paper shewasto make h erde but  a s a c r itic
a ndwri ter offeuille t ons ,a n d  s o gradually become  a c q ua inted wi th
pub l is he r s. She s un k t wo h u n dredcrow n sin the e nterpr i se .I under to ok
the  e dit ori al wo r k an d proo f-readin g. Si n ce I was wella ware of my
co m pl e t ei ncap aci ty as a bus ines s  man ager ,  I  le f t her  to a tt e nd to the
sale and adv er tiseme nts,the proceedsof which s h e was to s hare wi t h
the managerof he r theatre, who wasalsothe prop rietor of a  news st all .
The  fi r s tnumber was se t andlo oked ve rywell in dee d.Itcon ta ined
a le ader wri tt en  b yone  of o u r rising  a rti st s;an or i ginalartic le
f ro ma  co rrespon d en t in R om e;  ano the rone f romP ari s; a cr itique on  am usic al  p erforma nce by a dist in guished wr it erand co n t ributorto one
of the first Sto c kholm p ape rs; a  lit erary rev iew  writt enb y myse lf; afeuil le ton a nd re p o rt s o nfirst nigh t s  by  Mari e. 

It  wouldhave been impossib l e t o improve the  ar rang e m en tsm ad e ; t he gre a t  thing was to p ublish the  f i rs t number a t  th etime ad vertise d.
Ev e rything  was read y, but at  t he l a s t m oment we l acked th e necessa r y
fun d sand c red it.

A la s!I had  put m y  fa te in to the  h ands o f a w om an! On t he day of the
publicati on she  rema ine d calmlyinb edand slept  til l broad da yli ght .

Co nvi n ced t hate ve ryt h ing w as w e ll, I wen t  t o t o w n,  but everyw h e r e o n
myway I wasgree ted with sarcasti c  smiles.

"Wel l, w h e reist he w on derful paper t o b eh a d?" I wa sasked the
q uestiondo z ens o f time s by t he nume r o us people  int ere sted in i tsap p earance .
" E verywh ere! "
"Or n owhere ! "

I w ent into a newsp apers h op.

 his
mistake_in believing_in her talent.

So much_ado, so_much_unhappiness, to_humour_a woman who_did not know
her_own mind.

And still matters_grew worse, for_Marie's_mother suddenly died of heart
disease, of a broken heart, as it was called, broken_with_sorrow,
caused by_her_unnatural_daughter. Again my honour was_involved. I
was furious with the_injustice of_the world, and made a desperate
effort to vindicate_her_honour. I proposed_the foundation of a weekly
paper, for the discussion of_the drama, music, literature and art,_and
she, thankful now_for_every_effort to help her,_gratefully accepted
my proposal. In this paper_she was to make her debut_as a critic
and writer of feuilletons, and_so gradually become acquainted with
publishers. She_sunk two hundred crowns in_the enterprise._I undertook
the editorial work and_proof-reading. Since I_was well_aware of my
complete_incapacity as a business manager, I_left her to_attend to the
sale and advertisements, the_proceeds_of which she_was_to_share with
the_manager of her_theatre,_who was_also_the proprietor of a news stall.

The_first_number was set and looked very well_indeed. It contained
a leader_written_by one of our_rising artists; an original article
from_a correspondent in Rome; another one_from Paris;_a critique_on a
musical performance by a distinguished writer and contributor to one
of_the first Stockholm papers; a literary_review written by myself;_a
feuilleton and_reports_on first nights_by_Marie.

It would_have been impossible to improve the arrangements_made; the
great_thing was to publish the first_number at the time_advertised.
Everything_was ready, but at the last_moment we lacked the necessary
funds and_credit.

Alas! I had put my_fate_into_the hands of a woman!_On the day of the
publication she_remained calmly in_bed and slept till broad daylight.

Convinced that_everything_was well, I went to town,_but_everywhere on
my way I was greeted_with_sarcastic_smiles.

"Well, where is the wonderful_paper to be had?" I was_asked the
question dozens of times by the numerous people_interested in its
appearance.

"Everywhere!"

"Or_nowhere!"

I went into a newspaper_shop.

