Anne leaves her country town to embark upon a career as a writer in the city. She takes a hall bedroom and applies herself to her stories. The landlady is dubious. Anne goes to a publisher and is turned down. She goes to a second publisher and meets with the same fate. It gets to be an old story after a while, and her fund of money is almost gone. One by one she burns her manuscripts to heat soup, until she has but one story left. The landlady demands the rent in advance, and Anne is evicted. Chased from stoop to stoop by the policeman, she at length finds the key of one of the houses under the doormat and takes refuge inside. The young man, who is the owner of the place, presently returns to get some articles he has forgotten. Not finding the key, he enters through the window and Anne takes him for a burglar. She sees him putting things in his suit case. Finding an old revolver, she holds him up, and proposes that he teach her to be a burglar too. He enjoys the joke awhile, then he tells Anne who he is. She recognizes the name of a publisher who ninety-nine times has turned down her literary efforts by mail. Handing him the last story remaining, she compels him to sit down then and there and read it. Thus begins a romance which makes Anne's career a double success.