He had written a good story, and that was the end of it.

No doubt he would send it East--to the Centennial Company--to-morrow or the day after--some time that week.
To mail the manuscript meant quite half an hour's effort.

He would have to buy stamps for return postage; a letter would have to be written, a large envelope procured, the accurate address ascertained.
For the moment his supplement work demanded his attention.

He put off sending the story from day to day.

His interest in it had abated.