New-York tribune., 1904-10-30
By Helena Smith


at work in her den that this feeling
OF awe came upon him. When he could inveigle
her INTO going gOfing conditions were reversed
entirely. As an athlete he was second to none On
the links Felicia just a pretty girl whom one
might inspire with certain respect for his excellent
playing; but IN her workroom Felicia was formidable
She wrote novels Moreover. she wrote novels that
Went up into the nth thousands. She was per-
sonage and he-wel. he was merely a person
Harding often wished that he had paid better atten
tiOn IN the composition class In youth: but then
probably like football players, writers are bonn not
made. To think that such tiny creature with child
ish eyes and butercup hair had such blood-curdlng
things happening ali the time in her mind almost was
beyond the big fellows comprehension To-day as he
looked in at her he wondered the and villain
We're having another setto He had been present only
few days previous al duel that had left both hero
and villain all but done for. STILL it had been only in
the eighth chapter; so evidently their time had
He rather had it in for the hero though doubt
less he would have been surprised to have learned that
he jealous of Felicias heroes.
I'm always busy. Mr.. Harding" she said with
graciOusness of tone than words. DO come in
or shall We go out on the piazza? 1t delightful
doors"
by all meansi" cried Harding enthusiastically.
There's nice breeze You really should get out
mustn't work too hard. you know
She smiled wickedly. You don't. do you. Mr..
Hardng:
Now that's unkind-realy unkind-you
know. Miss Kimberly. I'm going to begin in
the fall. I'm not going to let a few millions
stand in the way of my doing something worth
while You've taught that. you know. I'm
going to show you how much / care" he said
seriously.
She flushed deeper pink, and turned away
hastily and began to look for something In her
desk II must finish a story am doing for The
Pink Crow Magazine. she said priIny. 1t
be sent off this week
HIS face heightened. Then perhaps / had
better go. You mustn't let bother you
II thought perhaps You might help me- she
said cordially.
"Ie"
why not? You have ideas that fresh
and unhackneyed-new types perhaps awaiting
literary incarnation.
"It is said that everybody has in them least
good story. Possibly have that might be worth
working Shall we try it?''
Certainly she cried We'll begin I'll
bring my pad and pencil
When they were comfortably settled in a shady nook
of the piazza she said in busnessike tone: Begin
Perhaps il would be best to describe my heroine
first he said looking off the feathery tops of the
trees though whenever think of her words fail me-.
Felicia holding her pencil poised in ndair appeared
self-consciOus.
ITO say that she is beautiful" went Harding.
wouldn't be do her Justice Shes tall-divinely
tal-and dark In spite of her great social success.
she is quite unspoiled-remarkable, when one con-
siders that she has her world at her feet
Felicia gave a start. and flashed scrunizng glance
al her collaboration Several nicely sharpened pencils
with which she had fortified herself fell to the floor
with catter. As Harding bent TO pick them up their
ewes met.
They had such nice points said the girl regret
fully.
They are very nice eyes," said Harding.
Your heroine's? ] speaking of pencils
oh YES nv heroine's. OF course man Just
couldn't help being fascinated by such woman The
hero met her when he abroad, and they returned