To-morrow?

REJECTED! rejected! I crushed the letter spasmodically in my hand as I walked mechanically up and down the length of the dining-room, a rage of anger filling my brain and the blood thundering in my ears. "Rejected! and that not for the first time. Another year and a half's work flung away - simply flung away, and I am no nearer recognition than ever. Incredible it seems that they won't accept that." I stopped under the gasalier and glanced again through the letter I had just received. "DEAR SIR, - With reference to your last MS., we regret to say we