Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-05-15
Short Story II
Of the DAY K
"a LITTLE MORE GOLD"

BY Bernice Shatsworth.
| don't think much of Miss Gretton
old man.
Last night. It's a bad mess
You've wasted lot of time over 1t.
Eyes. I can't imagine what It was
at. / ought to have done better. A
little more gold would improve
matters"
''r'd break It, If were you. and
have done with it."
Il hardly like to do that"
The two speakers went out again.
The moment they had departed q
girl came out from a curtained recess.
She was a charming little lady, with
fair hair and pair of laughing blue
eyes. But now they were far from
laughing.
She stamped her dainty foot and
tossed her pretty head VITA an air OF
lofty disdain.
"The idea! so he's like all the
rest, Is heater gold. He ought to
have done better. Well, he shall have
chance. If he doesn't like to break
1t, do"
And thus giving vent to her feelings
she rushed frantically down the stairs
and rejoined her father
The next morning Jack Rowlands
had shock. Instead of the usual
"billet-doux" from Edith came
rather bulky parcel. Quickly opening
1t, he found all the little love tokens
he had sent her. There was the
volume of Moore's poems she hal
treasured so much, a diamond ring.
and good-sized bundle of love letters.
On a giltedge correspondence card
no read these words
II don't visa to see you again.
Edith Gretton."
Tenderly taking up the parcel. he
locked 1t away in his desk.
What was the meaning of 1t all?"
he asked himself repeatedly.
The next morning Edl,h and her
father were on their way for long
planned vacation in Europe. In few
words she told him she had broken
with Jack. but he could learn moth
ing further. She was terribly upset
and unhappy.
20, how much she loved himi How
unworthy he was of any girls love!"
AT first the beautiful Swiss noun;
tains and the lovely scenery around
Berne helped to divert her thoughts,
m nj
She began to look desperately Ill. Her
father saw all this, and looked eagerly
forward TO the time when they should
go home. He hoped the little rift vas
but lovers quarrel
But how was Jack faring all this
while? He was going from bad Ia
worse. From the day he had received
Edith's parcel there was marked
falling OFF in the quantity and quality
or his stories. The editors called his
attention TO it.
ALI the ladies were portrayed as
terrible vixens, while heroism and
trusting. faithful love were the sole
property of the men. In fact. real in.
terest in his work had gone
He would shut himself up for
weeks and brook no iuterference.-nor
even from his old chum. Ted.
Women were coquettes, heartless
They sought mans affection simply
to toy with. He hated the sight OF
them. And yet, did he?
Every evening he drew from It's
hiding place a little bundle of love
letters. Over and over again he read
them; and from his pocket he drew 4
tiny photograph and kissed 1t.
All! how he treasured that precious
picture! The heart hovers round
these sacred relics of the past. They
may be mere trines. but. after all. Is
not the world made up of trifess
Again and again he racked his brain
In search of some reason for Edlth's
strange conduct. Why had she cast
him aside with no word of explana
ton?
Suddenly an inspiration seived him
He would write a book and reveal
woman in her true colors." Ne
would paint her leading on her lover
to the highest realms of Joy and hap
piness just for the pleasure Of dash
ing him down again. The book woulC
be the sensation OF the year.
He snatched up his pen while tht