Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1903-08-17
twenty-five Cents

~ Ohm MI RRAf author, lawyer,
oil and popular Young club man.
" 81. cd under an unsheltered gas
iet in the back aisle Of Il famous New
York LoJkshop. his hat and coat dis
carded. all sense Of his surroundings
roue. The time for dressing for Il for
NAL dinner creeping ueriIousiy h'ar,
while his eyes remained liked on the
pages of book.
"Will you kindly attend to me-?
There was a,purity in the draw ling
voice.
John came ont of his unreal world
and found himself between the shelves
of books. IL young woman of brilliant
blonde beauty standing before him,
her eyebrows met in small, triangu
lar trown.
Il bought this book only an hour
ago" and she placed ii package before
him while glancing around the
shelves: Il bought it for a friend to
read on n journey. At luncheon /
glanced through it. It's simply dead
ly. | want it exchanged"
Johns expression would have be-
trayed Him. but the pretty customer
was not looking at him. 1t never oc-
Cured to her that people who sold
things" conductors, elevator boys, or
walters had faces to be looked at ana
We're to thems, Ives quite as conspicu-
Gus in the scheme of things as she
was.
She moved about, pulling down
books and not putting them back.
while addressing the air.
There's no objection to exchanging
It, l suppose"
"No-er-certainly not"
Once the words had passed his lips
he felt himself committed to the sit
uation. Besides, it might be interest
Ing to study a society girl from the
standpoint of poor clerk who sold
books in a gaslit shop while the world
Of fashion walked and drove in the
winter sun.
I'm in something of hurry" she
said over her shoulder, an ingredient
in her voice which made him feel al
together clerk and nothing of an
individual
"lf you will kindly make selec-
tion-," he said entering with secret
delight and some fear into the new
role
She did not seem TO hear him, but
moved about. her pale gray velvet
skirt making marks in the dust on the
floor.
VERY wealthy, | imagine" unused
John. "a beauty, and horribly aware
of it. She has II manner titt wo Ii
be called insolent If she " "a pla II
! don't believe she was ways I oh
Its like wine in her blood Has hr
brainsT Not enough to max" her I'm.
comfortable. III look Mt this book
she's brought back. That will tel
me something of her mental eouip-
ment."
He removed the wrapping and
glanced at the title. '"The Fates Are
Three" He drew ii quick breath and
his ears grew red He was angry.
then humbled. The abused volume
was his own work, his latest novel.
the hit of the season. which had
opened wide the domains Of reputo
ton and money to him. The literary
fatherhood within him was hurt. bur
he decided to push the steel farther
I'VE see great many of The Fates
Are Three" he said almost wistfully.
Il have heard So she said. whir1.iny
the pages of Il book.
May | ask why you don't like II?
We-er-wc value an expression of
opinion from our customers" and he
felt all deceit.
"Oh, IT'S one Of those deep things
no swing to IT, It's stupid that's all. "
"But Mr. Murray has the critics ON
his Side"
She Ilfted her brows, but did not
troubi" to answer
"fll take this" aging pearl col
ored volum" before him with sprnys
of orange blossoms ns decoration. as
there are dicrcnce In the price,"
Johns amour proprc came out of
its corner and mounted on n dnis
when he saw the mental mcringue
which replnccd him: "Wcddcd but
Not Mated" by Angcllnn Dnlrymplc.
"Twenty-fvc cents" no nnih, brisk.
ly wrapping tho book W. "Bhnll
sent It for your"
"Yes-to Miss Glcndcnnin9. No
Fifth avenue"
While he wrote the hddrcsn she
swept away, eavinga violet fragrance