Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1895-10-19

gestcd Miss Ramsay. "That would save
time. II you have one rcady"-
Eyes, that will Ike our best PLAN" in
terruptcd Raymond.
"And shall I do the work here or at
homer" she asked.
(which would be the most convenient
for your" inquired Raymond, trying TO
stife his personal inclnations as regards
the matter.
you will show me your writing
that is, your Ms" said she, frankly, ~
can tell you. lit Is difficult l had best
come here; II casy"--
ut Is rather difficult" returned the
other. perhaps you had best come and
do the work here" he added, with quite
unconscious eagerness. 1.-The mornings
would suit me best"
"very WE'LL" she said. "Good morn.
ing. will be here tomorrow"
The door closed behind her. Raymond
Rose tried to settle down to work again.
But he -miserably. Thoughts
would not come. The pen scratched and
spluttered like thing In bad temper.
Each story as he tackled Il grew worse
under his alterations. However, he made
desperate effort, and completed one
ready for the mOrrOw's typewriting.
Then lie got up and went for walk,
wondering what had come to him. The
visit Of the morning would recur TO his
mind. Nevertheless, rs became a bachelor
Of thirty, lie refused to acknowledge that
bis cOmfortableness had been In any way
disturbed by 1t.
"Absurd!" muttercd he. 1.-THE fact Is,
want u little change change Of cir,
change Of scenery. change Of people
change Of lifc." The last was quite an
afterthought.
The next morning Miss g. Ramsay
ived--typewriter and all. Raymond
gave her the story. She read II through
and prepared TO set to work.
"Wbat do you think Of III" asked Ray
mond.
She laughcd--vcry pleasantly.
AT any rltc, II Is not 'sex.inaniacal, ."
she said.
"No." replied he. II am glad It IL
not" began his own work.
lie thought that she did her typewriting
very well. When the story was finished
he took the liberty Of telling her that the
work was more than satisfactory.
She only replied that she was pleased to
hear him say 30. After her departure he
found himself wondering whether the q
before her surname stood for Grace or
Georgina.
In the days which followed he learned
. good deal Of her history. She had come
10 London with her brother, who was
clerk 10 brokers' office and received an
annual stipend Of eighty pounds. On this,
and on what she could earn, they were
dependent for their living, for the parents
had died, leaving them penniless. II was
q common enough tale, yet Raymond Rose
considered Il remarkably interesting.
He always asked her what she thought
about story. ''Miss Ramsay often gave
him valuable suggestions" SO he told his
friends.
II think that your stories improve"
observed Miss Ramsay one morning.
"YOu seem to probe human nature more
than you did, and your sentiment Is not
30 artificial"
"'That Is due to your influence" he re.
piled, CALAMITY and sincerely.
The dark, lustr0us eyes looked up ut
him, and her face assumed half fright.
ened expression. Perhaps she caught the
true inwardncss Of his words. At any
rate, that glance threw Raymond Rose
into ecstacy. No longer did lie doubt bis
own feeling.
The same evening lie pondered deeply.
Here was man. with everything to rec.
ommend him; largo income, an unirp.
peachable character; kindly disposition,
u heart filed to the brlm with love. And
she! A typist In straitencd circumstances,
OF quite unknown origin, 80 far as tho
world was concerned. True, her brother
presented rather an obstacle. But them
The picture OF the brother faded from
his mind. He saw himself welded to a
pretty wife; his old rooms cheercd and
frightened by her presence; the stale
order Of things abolished; the opening Of
new pastures warmed by the dual warmth
Of kindred souls. Then, moved by u
sudden impulse, he sat down and wrote a
story.
He wrote Of q man, noble and good, to
whom honor, fame, riches came like the
sweet rain from heaven. The man lived,
prospered and was comfortable. lie felt,
however, that void existed In his life;
lie knew not It's nature, nor how to I'LL It,
Then came woman, pure and beautiful
as the dawn, and he knew that II was she
who was to I'LL that void. So he married
her and lived happily ever after.
by 2 In the morning he had finished the
story. lie went to rest, feeling that II
was the best and the nOblest work he had
ever done; although 1t was the unvarn.
ished tale Of an ordinary mans life.
When Miss Ramsay next appeared her
pretty eyes were red and swollen with
weeping. Raymond was horror.struck.
Tcnderly he babe her be seated and in'
quired the cause Of her grief.
The tale was soon told, "brOther" had
suddenly and unexpectedly lost his en-
ployment, through no fault Of his own.
His "Hrm" had coalesced with another
and bis services would be no longer re-
quired. He was TO be paid fifty pounds
for bis compensation and sent about bis
business.
"You must lot me help you." exclaimed
Raymond Rose, alphabetically. Then
ON sudden, an idea flashed into hi
mind, flooding It with Joy. For the frs
time In his life he blessed that brother
Would not the catastrophe make tina
task easier? The girl was ut this moment
threatened with destitutiOn. lie gave no
thought to the ungencrOus side OF TIN
question.
"No," said lie, eagerly, as Miss Ram
say wesrily began her typewriting. @,
don't wish you to do that to-day. You
are In trouble. Here Is new story.
wrote 1t last night. want you tn read 4
aud give me your opinion as you Away,