CHAPTER XXVII.
THE OFFICE OF THE "STANDARD." On the day after Thanksgiving, Harry brought out from his carpet-bag his manuscript story, and started with Oscar for the office of the "Weekly Standard." He bought the last copy of the paper, and thus ascertained the location of the office.
Oscar turned the last page, and ran through a sketch of about the same length as Harry's.
"Yours is fully as good as this, Harry," he said.
"The editor may not think so." "Then he ought to." "This story is by one of his regular contributors, Kenella Kent." "You'll have to take a name yourself,--a _nom de plume_, I mean." "I have written so far over the name of Franklin." "That will do very well for essays, but is not appropriate for stories." "Suppose you suggest a name, Oscar." "How will 'Fitz Fletcher' do ?" "Mr.Fletcher would not permit me to take such a liberty." "And you wouldn't want to take it." "Not much." "Let me see.

I suppose I must task my invention, then.

How will Old Nick do ?" "People would think you wrote the story." "A fair hit.

Hold on, I've got just the name.

Frank Lynn." "I thought you objected to that name." "You don't understand me.