Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1901-05-02

matrimOny until finally he went to bed
convinced If not exactly pleased.
His encounter with Miss Germyn
Warren, and the train of thought it
prompted may have had something to
do with Mr.. Westover's departure for
the west, but the literary journals an
nounced his trip as taken for the pur-
pose Of acquiring local color for a
new novel.
During the two years that followed
Paul W~estover's literary output served
to increase considerably his growing
reputation. He returned to New York
and prepared to settle down comfort
ably to meet the demands made upon
him by his publishers. The novel, to
prepare which he left New York, was
a pronounced success, and though
his old friends, the critics, did not
appear to notice it, Paul himself was
conscious of a certain resemblance in
type between his new heroine and his
old, that is to say Miss Germyn War
rem. He tried to reason that this new
heroine "a simply but a develop
ment of the Gertrude Warner Of his
first book, and thus he tried to dis
pei his lingering fears that he had
drawn upon Miss Warren, his ac-
quaintance of a single evening.
Again in his career Mr.. Paul West
over had an encounter which caused
him to become as discomposed and
rvo as he had been at his first
meeting with the coincidental heroine
of his first book.
1t was at a literary reception.
Permit me, Miss Warren, to intro
duce TO you Mr.. Paul Westover-you
have, no doubt read his clever books"
Yes, everything Mr.. WestoVer has
written" said Germyn Warren, as she
extended her hand to Raul, who stood
bowling and blushing like a ~schoolboy.
Then with a smile of gentle mischief
playing around her lips as they were
left alone she continued: And ] can
not think that Mr.. Westover has for
gotten me since some of my friends
would have it / am portrayed rather
faithfully in your most recent novel
and even in several of your magazine
Stories"
Westover was plainly surprised at
this frank challenge, and for the sec
ond time in his life he found himself
keenly observing the heroine of his
fiction. He noticed the same clear,
blue eyes and wondered at how close
ly he had remembered them all this
time. He found himself on terms of
old acquaintanceship with this mag
netic little girl, for she was only a
girl. For a moment until the pre-
sumption of the thing struck him he
felt a tinge of regret being taken away
from New York for so long. How that
evenings reception passed he never
knew. He had a very definite notion
that he had spent by far the greater
part of the evening in the society Of
Miss Warren.
That night in the seculsion OF his
chambers, over his cigar, he came not
unwillingly TO the conclusion that aft
er all:
What is to be is to be, and it seems
to me that the fates have ordained
that / should create a heroine for my
self. Either / am in love or am drift
ing relentlessly towards that happy
state OF mind. OF course marriage is
the to~-be-ezpected outcome of love,
and for a young man struggling for
fame and fortune a sympathetic wife
is a great helper, a constant incent-
i've" and thus he proceeded to adapt
his views to the altered state Of his
circumstances.