Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1895-10-10

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t.vvnrsed Ravmond ~ N Z
.sIrd sh.ii 7 Al che worr here or a
hcrne,, she asked7
s.Whjch would be the most convenient
for vouSp inouired RAYMOND. irving 10
stif,e his personal inclinations ~ regards
the matter A
..Tf Won win show me vour writing
tbat r. vour MSn said she. frankly al
ca,, tai you III "a ,lifs3c,,lt I had Neat
come here. II easyp-
ar q rather dif1,c,,,tn rcturned the
other. nPerbaps Won had best come and
do the work here - he added. with unite
nnconscious eagerness ssThe mornings
would suit me best.n
.Verv well she said "Good MORN
ING. / will be here tomorrow
The door closed behind her. RAYMOND
Rose tried n settle down 10 work again.
But he failed-~miserably. Thoughts
would not come. The pen scratched and
spluttered like thing in a bad temper.
Each story as he tackled IL grew worse
under his Alterations However. he made
q desperate effort. and completed one
ready for the morrow's typewriting.
Then he Got up and went for a walk,
wondering what had come 10 him. The
visit ~ the morning would recur TO his
mind. Nevertheless. as became a bachelor
of thirty. he refused to acknowledge that
his comfortableness had been in any way
disturbed nv il.
"Absurdip muttered he. ssThe fact is,
| want little change change of air,
change of scenery. change of people
change of life.n The last was quite an
afterthoupbt.
The next morning Miss G.. Ramsay
arriyed-typewriter and all. RAYMOND
gave her the story. She read it through
and prepared to set to work.
"What do YOU think of it?" asked Ray
mond.
She laughed-very pleasantly.
CAT any rate. il Is not 'sex-maniacal. y
she said.
mo" replied he. 81 am glad it is
potn-and began his own work.
He thought that she did her typewriting
very well. When the story was finished
he took the liberty of telling her that the
worl, was more than satisfactory.
She only replied that she was pleased to
hear him saw so. After her departure he
found himself wondering whether the G
before her surname stood for Grace or
Georgina.
Tn the days which followed he learned
a good deal of her history. She had come
TO London with her brother, who was
clerk in 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
n common enough tale. vet RAYMOND Rose
considered il remarkably interesting.
He always asked her what she thought
about a story. ..Miss Ramsay often gave
him valuable suggestions so he told his
friends.
~ 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
so artificial"
..That is due to your influence" he re-
nlied callantly and sincerely.
The dark, lustrous eyes looked up at
him. and her face assumed a half fright
ened expression. Perhaps she caught the
true inwardness of his words. At any
rate. that glance threw RAYMOND Rose
into ecstacy. No longer did he doubt his
own feeling.
The same evening he pondered deeply.
Here was man, with everything to rec
ommend him: large income, an unim.
peachable character; a kindly disposition,
a heart filled TO the brim with love. And
she, A tvpist in straitened circumstances,
of quite unknown origin, so far as the
world was concerned. True, her brother
presented rather an obstacle. But then
The picture of the brother faded from
his mind. He saw himself welded to
pretty wife: his old rooms cheered 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 a
sudden impulse. he sat down and wrote
story.
He wrote of man, noble and good, to
whom honor, fame, riches came like the
sweet rain from heaven. The man lived,
prospered and was comfortable. He felt,
however. that a void existed in his life;
ne knew not its nature. nor how to fill it.
Then came a woman. pure and beautiful
as the dawn. and he knew that it was she
who was to fill that void. So he married
her and lived happily ever after.
By in the morning he had finished the
story. He went to rest, feeling that it
was the hest and the noblest work he had
ever done. although II was the unvarn-
isbed tale of an ordinary mans life.
When Miss Ramsay next appeared her
prettv ewes were red and swollen with