The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1898-06-03
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ulNhlhS lcdAhit bi fhNioh, was
not in evidence, aud the brassiness of
the band on the pier was tempered by
distance. They had dropped a little
way down the hill; she sat on a large
stone and he at her feet. In spite of
his words. he knew little OF her beyond
the fact that she was charming (which
he had found out FOX HIMSELF, and hat
her name was Grace (Which she had
told him). She had chosen TO surround
herself with mild mystery; the reason
OF her residence in Easton was un-
known TO him. In return she asked
nothing. and he vouchsafed little save
that he had been knocked up from over
work. and been sen to Easton for com
plete rest.
you are so very good, you take me
on trust" he said.
AS you nave to take me. l believe
you want me TO ask you questions, and
| won't"
"You are a very mysterious person.
/ incline TO the belief that you are a
princess. and that some day you will
rise up and crush me for my presump-
ton"
"Perhaps | serve in a shop" she sug-
gested.
"Oh, well, | am a hairdresser. The
next time you go into that Bond street
emporium TO have your hair singed or
waved-what do you have lone to it?-
l shall probably come forward and say:
This way, please. madam"
Bond street! What ~extravagant no
tions you have! | go to a little place
in Tottenham court road"
do give me the address. Some day.
when | am out of employment. / will go
there, and you will walk in, and-cut
me. ! suppose"
az don't usually discuss Browning
with my hairdresser."
"Nor ! with the girl who sells me
gloves" he replied, and they both
laughed.
"But how nice il is to discuss any
thing at ALL" she said. Most Of the
people l know never read anything
worth mentioning"
"How very terrible. Poor Princess"
And l appreciate so much she
sighed.
so much that I wonder you do not
aspire TO create"
He spoke carelessly. but there was a
flush on her cheeks as her eyes. very
wide and soft, met his.
do you think that possible?' she
asked.
why not? You have the dramatic
instinct, Imagination and observation.
You see. / have studied you well in this
week. But these alone do not mean
success in literature: they must be
bound together with something strong
or, and cemented with form and style.
Have you tried?"
She plucked %nervously at the grass
beside her before she answered.
"Yes.-
He looked at her hands. which lay
bare in her lap. They were white. firm
hands. and the middle finger Of the
right hand was very slightly stained
with ink.
That's bad" he said. smiling at the
stain. "But still there's hope. II is
possible that you will n day show me
some of your %enleavors. She shook her
head. "Yes." he urged. perhaps
could help. Please listen 10 me. sup
pose YOU have heard of editors?"
Occasionally"
but you have never met one?'
Never"
"Your tone tells me that you consider
them formidable. But they are not SO
really" lie looked into her eyes. smil
ing. "You see one now."he said.
"You," she cried. biushing.
Even l.: why not? Now. you see
there would be some reason in showing
me your writings
And what is your paper"
"It is l. magazine called Moderna."
oh" And after a pause She added.
"Will you give me pencil and paper@'
lie tore a leaf from his pocketbook ant
gave 1t TO her.
She scrubbed two words and CAV,
Ii back TO him.
What is it?" he asked. as he read
What does il mean? Oh.-oh.-oh
the deuce."
lie crumpied the paper, threw i from
him. and jumped up and stood STARING
at her. His face was red: hers wa
white. and her eyes met his ~defiantly.
-You have seen that before" She said
"Once or twice." he admitted.
.Six times." firmly. Il pestered you
Friends who didn't know anything
ABOUT il advised me 10 go on-not 10 b
discouraged. and / went on-on TO tn
very end, till you"
.'Oh, / was a brute!" he %groaned.
"You advised me 10 stop. Why didn'
YOU tell me before?" she demanded
with unreasonable anger.
"You didn't
ooh. of course. | didn't let you. Ibei
yonr pardon. II was very stupid Of ms
hut there was something fascinating i
btiag mysterious. | had never don
anyshing unconventional in my lif,
ana | wanted TO make the most of il.
She looked at him and flushed crimson
"Why why did you reject them sh
asked. lie looked embarrassed.
"Nem. you see. Moderna j. an impol
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