The Wichita daily eagle., 1894-01-02

cent LnaL ne was paving the way.
When the book that was to give her
the place she sought came out. she
thanked him again, as she said she
would, and told him she owed it all to
him; and DR.. Saybrook pressed his
lips together. He could not speak
then.
Both worked on and both waited
She knew for what he waited, and felt
it hopeless, for her own waiting filed
her heart. She heard OF Claiming at
times, but never of his fame She
wondered if he mad heard OF her, if he
would know her or she him when they
should meet-for some day she ex-
pected it. She did not look for it in
vanity or triumph There was no
question that she would have given all
up for the old love and his fame in.
stead; to be simply at his side. shining
only in the reflected light Of his
powers.
She checked herself there, always,
but the old. dull ache would come
back, and she waited-to meet him
again some day-always nervinC her
self for that time.
Then DR. Saybrook spoke But she
turned to him with the question that
sealed his lips again:
Must lose my friend7 You do NOT
want wife who does not feel her heart
yours, who might turn pale at voice,
who would flush at hook from an
other DR.. Say brook, am not sure OF
myself. I fear l can never be-" she
added. sadly. II have not been tested. "
And DR.. Saybrook waited for the
test
Indian summer came again, and Asal
found herself one of a party eastward
bound. They were all new friends
who had come to her in the new sphere
she had entered-all except Mrs Say
brook and the doctor. who had Joined
them for what Asal knew was for a
triumphal journey. With fame as
sured her she wore her honors lightly,
without trace of arrogance. DR.. Say.
brook wished that she might be proud.
if that unsatisied look would only
leave her eyes-the look that had never
left her face since that night they had
found her unconscious He sighed as
he muttered malsdiction upon Mel
Vile Claiming.
AS the train flew on the conversation
drifted into literary channels. The
question was raised as to the ability of
writer to WELD a really able pen if of
a heartless temperament
4 gentleman of Asal's party took the
negative view and discussed it vigor-
ously, contending hotly that, to inter
est the human heart, the writer must
possess heart intensely human.
"Let me illustrate" said he, return
ing from trip to the platform at the
last station, and depositing in his
wife's lap basket of flowers .The
next station is l.. A man lives
there who once gave promise of great
things He was ambitious for fame,
and showed ability to achieve it. l am
told he Tilted the girl he loved and
married for money-for what he
thought would help him up. know
that his career stopped right there.
All the dash went out of his work.
Everything he touched his pen to
lacked life and vigor. To-day he does
nothing but penny a-liner jobs. I tell
you again ] am convinced that sue
cessful writing demands heart in the
bosom Of the writer. l am sure that
Charming would have won a name had
he not cultivated heartlessness.'
''Miss Grey. let me share my riches
with you. Mr.. Allen is prodigal when
he fin ds blossoms like these"
Asal had heard both voices as If in a
dream. She took the flowers with a
forced smile and word of thanks,
glancing up to meet DIR. Saybrook's 8
eyes watching her from above his
paper
She began listlessly to arrange tho
gift, the tense feeling at heart mirrored
on her lips. Was what she had waited
for and drea ded about to come?
The train rolled slowly into l..
Asal turned TO the window with q
handful of blossoms. The car had
stopped at street crossing. Outside a
couple awaited its passage. The man
looked up. For an instant his eyes
met Asals. An awkward coupling jolt
ed the train. The flowers dropped out
side from her hand as she strove to
steady herself.
Melville! you will be under the
wheels!" exclaimed q sharp, qucrulous
voice as the man darted forward.
The coach was moving. He turned,
fercely impatient. from the owner of
the voice to gaze up at the car window
from which they fell the blossoms he
thrust within his breast with Asals
last glimpse of him
She turned to-face DR.. Say brook
He had risen TO offer her assistance.
She met his look OF pleading inquiry,
and knew he had seen all But she
smiled up in his face with sigh of re-
lief as she put ont her hands, with a
rising flush and new light in the
eyes which dropped shyly before his.
II an sure. DR.. Saybrook," she muir
INJURED.
And DR.. ssybrook smiled in return,
as he led her tenderIy to her chair to
hear Mrs Aliens condoling words:
1T was too bad, Miss Grey. that you
lost all your lovely yellow chrysanthe-
NUNS" - Sarah Z. Scarborough. in
Lesiie's Werkly.