The broad ax., 1901-08-24
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By Il. HI LANCASTER
gcopyriEht lsol. ~ Daily stc-y Pub. CO..
For the twentieth time that after.
nom. Tom Hamilton snapped hIl
Watch and returned Il 70 his pocket
he was not interested in the passage
81 tme-that Pile OF copying must
be finished whether & took him uahl
nldnight. buf these brief intermis-
sions gave bin an opportunity 70 look
81 a say thought that had haunted him
since daylight And the 0fiener he
looked at il the better he liked Il. IN
the morning. a. Is true. be had laughed
a. Il; during the forenoon shrugged
bis shoulders impatiently; but in the
RftenOon-he took out his watch aud
stared at TIE dial.
That q man Of his staid. prosaic
make up should have dreamed AZ all,
was sbsurd; but that the dream should
have upset al his waking thoughts
and come between bis attention and
his business affairs vas worse than
ausurd-it was serious.
And Whas was the dream? Only q
waste Of Wild white waters. storm
swept but glorious In the foreground
a towering wave eurving inward,
grandly crested. an ogre Of the sea.
And he upon the eliH dashed with
spray and beaten By the wind. A de-
licious dream for q hot summer night;
small wonder that he liked % recall
Il again and again through the stiff
ding day
HamIin snappsd the watch for the
tEenty-frst time and took up his pen.
dash this weather"
n his typewriter had been on band
be would have knocked on work long
sgO. He would have been driving in
the park Enjoying the breeze instead
Of sWeltering here. He paused 70 pass
bis damp handkerchief over his beaded
brow and glanced at the vacant chair.
sick, he muttered. Good Lord.
Sick such weather as this!"
Almost as be spoke the door Opened
and 3 woman in gray linen with emac-
ulate collar and cuffs and lean Jaws
moved quietly toward the scar OppO-
site.
Hamlin raised his head and greeted
her with his customary bow. She re-
turned the salutation silently. as she
Always did, and sat down to the type
writer. 1t struck Hamlin that her
eyes and jaws looked more tired and
lean than usual, but this was natural
since she had been H.
With the silence that always reigned
between them, unless broken By an
imperative necessity. be showed the
batch Of copying across 10 her and
leaned back. What a good thing It
vas 70 be able 70 pay somebody else
70 do ones drudgery. The thought
brought a Qualm Of conscience. She
was not well and II was so dashed hot.
Shove me those mortgages. a pen
copy win do"
7 intend to work after hours to
make up for lost time I viii be able
to hnish Il all" the typewriter re-
sponded quietly.
Tom Hamlin got up impatiently and
began moving about He had sneak
ing sensation Of being somewhat In
awe Of this silent, absolutely upright
assistant Il was after once hours
and be was free TO enjoy the drive be
had been longing for. She had a key.
But Hamlin loungsd against the win
dow idly watching the swift fingers
flashing over the keys and fell to re-
viewing bis dream again. So vivid had
L been that eEanynoW be could almost
feel the dashing OF the spray. AS for
that other sensation-that slight pres
sure against his sleeve. Il had been
with him ever since he aWOke. Oh,
ven dreams are fantastic things. Ham
I'm looked for a long moment at the
cieaT-cut profile turned toward him
and then abruptly took down a book.
Were her eyes always like that, be
wondered. tired as thOsgh she had
hooked upon death and the dreariness
0f ~ Was Il oFer-Work or some