The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1900-10-12

: He recognized ner r,nu step wIInouv
/ looking up. His hand was busy. and his
eye was fixed upon his work. Sylvia sat
down at little distance and waited,
"There." he presently said as he drew
back, chow does this suit your"
Sylvia arose and came to him.
"Oh. oh. they are splendid" she cried
40 she looked down at the drawings.
"They it into the story hks-like bricks
In a wall"
"And is the story quite ready to goT
"Yes." said Sylvia eagerly. 1T looks
beautiful, too. In typewriting, and have
gone all over 1t for mistakes. IL your
name plain enough on the pictures?'
81 think So" laughed the artist.
Because l wrote that the illustrations
were by Philip Freneau." said Sylvia.
"and your name should be very plain"
81 fancy they'll find it." laughed the
great artist. "And now to pack up this
precious bundle"
He found big envelope. and the story,
the pictures and the letter were carefully
inserted. Then Sylvia gravely wrote the
address.
'And now" said the artist, with
pleasant twinkle. II don't believe It will
be worth while to send any return post
age. Wen take our chances on that.
What do you say?"
81 will do just as you think best" said
Sylvia a little deubtfully. "You know
the editor says that If you want your
manuscript returned you must send the
postage to pay for the mailing"
We'll take fate by the throat this time
and risk our all on a single throw" said
the artist. There, you take the package
around the corner to the postofice sta
ton. have it weighed and put on the nee
essary postage. and luck go with It."
eff we are lucky enough to get even the
smallest prize" said Sylvia as she paused
with her hand on the doorknob. at will
be So apiece. you know"
And the childless man laughed and
then sighed as the girls bright face
passed from his sight.
Three weeks later she rushed in upon
him in whirlwind of delight.
Guess" she cried. holding a letter
high above her head.
"Not ten" he gasped in pretended agi.
tation.
"a hundred" she answered: "the first
prize-and he sent me fattering letter
and draft payable to me. And got it
cashed. and here is the money. all in SO
bills! But wait" Her voice sank a lit
tie. Il want to tell you what papa said.
He said that he was afraid | didn't ap-
preciate the great service you had done
me in making those lovely pictures. He
said he was quite sure that only half the
prize money was not at all fair equiv
alent for your share In the work. And
ind he said it was IA great presumb-
u IL 81 l. IL.
Something arose in the girls throat, and
she turned her face away. "And so ]
want you to take all the money. The
glory is quite enough for me-" And she
laid the roll of bills before him.
He pushed it back.
Little woman" he said, you ought to
know that bargain is a bargain. Give
me my $50. and pocket your own. You
certainly realize that it was your story
that inspired my pictures. The trouble
with fathers is that they are far from
being as wise as they imagine themselves
to be. I'd like to meet this particular
parent of yours. I have something I'd
like to say to him."
"Papa is the hest father in the world"
said Sylvia. But he's proud"
proud" echoed the artist. Hes
laughter than duchess! And now
shake hands. little woman. on our joint
success. Tell your father that Philip
Freneau is so well pleased with the new
partnership that he doesn't mean to drop
1t. In fact. he has new and really bril-
liant idea. Can you grind out few more
Of these little romancesT
I'm sure I can" answered Sylvia.
'Thcn suppose that you and l plan to
get out little book of modern fairy tales
together? What do you think Of it,"
81 think" said Sylvia softly. that you
are the very best and kindest artist in all
the world."-Clevpland Plain Dealer.