"But, but," said Jasmine, coloring crimson and very nearly crying, "I was told by a lady who reads your paper that the name was just what you like. She said that your paper was called by a melancholy name, and of course you wanted melancholy subjects." The editor smiled in a very bland, though disagreeable manner--"_The Downfall_," he said; "we chose that title for political reasons." Here he sounded a gong. "Jones," as an attendant came in, "look in pigeon-hole D, and put into an envelope for this young lady some verses entitled an 'Ode to Adversity.' Sorry I can do nothing more for you this morning, Miss Mainwaring. Good morning--_good_ morning." When the two girls got out on the landing Jasmine thrust her rejected poem into Poppy's hand. "Put it into your pocket, Poppy," she said, "and don't on any account let me see it--I must try to forget it, or my courage will go. Evidently, Poppy, names go by contraries. I wrote some dismal papers on purpose for _The Downfall_; I will now offer them to a magazine which has a cheerful title." "Look there, Miss Jasmine," said Poppy, when they got into the street. "Right there, facing us at the other side, is what I call a pleasant magazine--it has lots of pictures, for see, it's pressed up to the window wide open, and it's called _The Joy-bell_--I'm a great deal more taken with that sound than with the sound of _The Downfall_." "So am I, too," said Jasmine, the April cloud quickly leaving her expressive face--"I'm so glad I have you with me, dear Poppy; I was feeling so low just now that I should never have noticed the office of _The Joy-bell_--it has a very nice, high-class sound, and I should say was a more attractive magazine than even a shilling one. We'll go there at once, Poppy, and be sure you support me, and say 'Yes' when I look at you; and if I happen to frown in your direction, you'll know that I want you to help me not to accept too low a price. Now come, Poppy; I feel that destiny leads my steps to the office of _The Joy-bell_." The editor of _The Joy-bell_ happened also to be disengaged, and after keeping the young aspirant for literary fame waiting for about a quarter of an hour, consented to see her and her companion. Jasmine's interview with this editor caused her to come away in very high spirits, for he had not only promised most carefully to consider her poem, "The Flight of the Beautiful," but he had also said he was wanting a serial story to run through the pages of _The Joy-bell_, and if hers happened to suit him he would be happy to use it. Finally, she went away, leaving both her story and her poems in his hands, and with a large parcel of _Joy-bells_ under her arm. "I will let you know my decision in a few days," said the editor, with a very suave smile. "Oh, yes, as to terms, we can talk them over when I discover if your story is likely to suit me." Then Jasmine went away trembling with delight. "Oh, Poppy!" she said, "how very, very happy I am." CHAPTER XXXIV.