The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1902-03-22

perhaps-gl glasses. Horrors! Had It
really come TO that? Well, she would
live in the old days, and pay no atten-
ton to externals.
When at last Lois announced that
Mr.. Ainsworth was in the drawing
rc%-M. she swept to her mirror and sur
veyed the graceful figure reflected
there. Her gown Of sea green fell in
Shimmering folds. Her hair was done
beautifully, and some Of the yiolets
were clasped in the silver girdle at her
waist. She could not fail to be salts
fed.
This consciousness helped her to
enter the drawing room With the per
feet self possession of Il woman of the
world. With outstretched hand she
greeted him as if they had parted but
yesterday.
Jack. How good Of you to come tG
see me on my birthday-and to send
nle these lovely flowers" turning to o
center table where the volets were
displayed.
Jack AinswOrth gasped. Could this
elegant woman with her perfect hail
and silvery voice be his old friend?
Lillian" he said, still grasping hel
hand, lis it really you:"
She smiled. and it was her old smile
Yes. Jack, it is |. You see, | al
going the way of the world
Nonsense! You are perfect" he
cried vchemently.
Size was no less charmed. There was
no evidence of beard or glasses. though
the boy had grown into the man-tall
athletic, clean shaven, with strong jaw
and deep voice. His honest gray eyes
Toasted on her beauty. She flushed.
Tell me what you have been doing
all these years. Jack" she said finally.
''Oh. working hard-and following
your career"
Yes" she said you have done well
for your&elf and | am proud of you.
AS for my career, it has not amounted
to much"
Lillian" Ainsworth said, leaning
forward eagerly, do you know that
you have not written a line | have not
read. You ceased to write to me, but
| did not forget, dear"
Miss Treadwell had forgotten the
rain and the unfeeling publisher.
Tell me, Jack, what brings you tC
New York;" she asked.
Il have been elected vice president
of tie road and must live here" he re
piled.
Then | suppose you VIII marry and
Keep Up an establishment. With i
pretense of lightness.
Il don't know" he said obviously
There never was but one girl for me
and she-she has achieved fame. She
would not think Of giving up glory to
become the wife of a railroad man."
\ feeling long dead woke in the wo.
man. But she might be willing, Jack
if you asked her" she said almost
wistfully. She might gladly give VI
all her false glory to find real happi-
ness"
IF l thought that" said Ainsworth
breathlessly. I'D ask her in minute "
She thought of the novel, of the hack
work, of the loneliness of her life
which this friend of the past brought
sharply before her.
Jack" she said, i've decided
She paused, then went on rapidly
lingering the yiolets in her belt, ito
give up literature for good
Ainsworth started forward. do you
really mean it, Lillian?'
Yes, do" she replied bravely
"But why?" he inquired, doubling,
puzzled.
She looked up at him, and he read il
in her shining eyes.
He leaped forward and folded her in
his arms, crushing the vioIets in his
eagerness. My darlingr was all he
could say in trembling tones.
AS for Miss Treadwell. with that en-
brace came the realization that woman
was not made to live on mind alone.
Lois" she called, after a little,
bring me the manuscript of my
novel; She took it from the wonder
ing maid and turned to Jack with a
radiant smile. Come" she cried gay
ly-"cOme to my study fire and help me
make dust and ashes of my literary
pretensions."