The Lambertville record., 1903-03-25

er OF conventiohalities then she leaned
over for nest of pillows she had
brought up from her den.
"Lay your head on these" she said,
with an air of authority. You're
go to Newspaper row II day like this.
It's deadly. Gomez
She patted the pillows and looked ut
him smillngly. Like tired child he
laid his head on the pillows. and, with
a gentle maternal movement born In
every good woman, she commenced TO
stroke his forehead. Her fingers felt
cool to his hot head. and her voice.
grooming one of the songs his mother
and hers had sung, grew fainter and
fainter In his ears, and at last he slept.
| When Cannon awoke, dawn WAS
creeping over the city. He WINS alone
on the roof. Then he looked ut the pill
lows and remembered A hot flush
mounted to his face. He had been a
coward. Moreover, he had let II wom
an see 1t. And what had he said to the
pretty girl In the kimono? The remem-
brance of a gray eyed girl at home
came to him. and he paled once more.
He gathered up the pillows and hur-
ried down to his apartment. Just for
an instant he paused outside her door.
| but no sound came from within. The
| pillows seemed to burn his fingers, and
he dropped them on his couch a yellow
Yale blue In odd brocade and red
just the shade of her kimono.
After his bath he felt better and
more reasonable. Then he went out to
breakfast On his return he found
letter In his box. 1t brought new
light to his eyes. The question of how
he was to meet and greet her no longer
disturbed him. A moment later he
tapped ON her door.
She threw 1t open. The kimono had
disappeared. and slender figure clad
In short walking skirt and shirt
waist stood before him. She was evi-
IDENTIFY Just ready to start out on her
days work. He hesitated, and she
filled in the pause.
How much better you look this
morning! You must have slept"
Slept? Like chlldw he laughed.
MAY come in Just moment? l
want you to see this letter"
She took the letter and led the way
to her tiny parlor
what did l tell your The tide has
turned. Two hundred dollars for the
serial. and they'll be glad to consider
! short stories also. l am very glad.
En IN
eyes fell. IL think that when one
lives alone, as l have been doing she
| ls apt to watch others. And live
known Just what struggle you've un-
dergone. And now, you see, you won't
need my poor little illustrations TO
catch the editors eye. Two hundred
dollars! guess we'll drop the partner
ship idea" She smiled cheerily and
reached for her hat The clock in
the church tower across the street
| chimed 8.
He looked straight into her honest
eyes.
"You are mistaken. l will need you
more than ever. The serial must be IL
lustrated."
1t was now her turn to blush, and
she jabbed her hatpin nervously into
the saucy sailor.
"l'll be glad to do 1t. of course, and
1t Will probably be my last work OF
this sort, IL shall be married In DC.
tober to our art editor"
Cannon instinctlvely drew breath
| OF relief. Ills haZy recollection OF that
scene on the roof cleared. lie rose and
opened the door for her.
"l'll call for you to take lunch with
| me. With two hundred looming up, 1t
must be something special today. And
We'll talk illustrations"
But In his heart he knew he would
tell her about the gray eyed girl at
home.