Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1904-08-30
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BY Oliver L. Mitchell
Copyright. iool, BY K. 4. Whitehead

Il III
Phil Trenton was something of a
matchmaker. He wanted his friend
Howhridge in the family and was
pleased to introduce him to his only
sister, Joanna.
He's all right, Jo." Phil said. "and l
hope you won't break his heart badly
enough to keep him from finishing the
story I'm to illustrate-if you'll pose
for me-"
Joanna's blue eyes danced-then, and
q little later when Phil made an in
sufficient excuse and left them alone.
Howbridge felt as II he had been told
to play with a strange little girl. JO-
anna was quite at ease. The mischiev-
Gus freedom OF her glance contradicted
the reserve of her bearing. Howbrldge
decided that she was fit to be the hero
Inc of an unusual story. She was blond
and beautiful and magniicently tall.
.Are you waiting for me TO say l en-
fjoyed your last bOokY she questioned
at last.
Follow your conscience. Miss Tren-
ton. hut did Phil make you read 1t:
| wouldn't mind knowing whether You
cried ut the right places. Did you!"
He leaned toward her. His strong face
was clean shaven. His gray eyes were
noncommittal. He had the sad mouth
and gentle manners Of a humorist.
"Oh. didn't read IT," she said
"Why not:'
Because | did read, your first book.
| don't like your women. Id like TO be
polite. but you mentioned my con-
science"
Don't mind my feelings and tell me
what is wrong with the women in my
tales"
"They are all right. It's you. You
make them do what they never would
do of their own free will. Now. you
| married Fanny to that Burson. He
wasn't even interesting" He waited
| for her to continue. his fertile fancy
lifting literary situations about her per-
sonality.
"You can't know women very well.
| do you? You're too she paused
roguishly.
TOO youngi" he hazarded.
"I don't know how old you feel.
but it's not age that gives insight, Is
| IL! BY the way, Mr.. Howbridge. where
do you get your material? For your
new story, for instance, that's an
nounced for September? The title
isn't it weak: And how do you know
| What Life Is Made orr"
Suppose I came down here just TO
find out!" he said mysteriously. Per
haps you can show me! They say
that women know. The story is hard
ly begun. Can't you find me model
for heroine: 1t would be charity
to the reading public"
Joanna unused.
There aren't ten interesting women
In this neighborhood, not even count
Ing my sister-in-law'-
And you"
THANK you. since couldn't say 1t
myself"
Their conversation was cut short
by the abrupt entrance Of Phil and his
wife, who liked her husbands friends
and had invited Howbridge to spend
his six weeks vacation and write his
story at "rhe Place Apart" rs they
called their summer home. which was
near. Phil was AL illustrator. and be-
tween him and Mrs. Phil, who had
been an interior decorator, the cottage
was u thing to dream about artistic
ally. They had keen sense or what
not to put into house. Joanna. who
WAS practical, lived with them. did
the housekeeping. which she loved.
posed for her brother and roamcd the
woods with her biz st. Bernard dog.
Howbridge was given II room. alb
solute disposal OF his time aud pot
luck in n family that had all the
charms and none Of the discomforts OF
camping. Joanna treated him like an
amusing playmate. teased him about
| his literary distractions and his writ
| Ing and pretended to search for mod
al for his heroine. She knew little OF
| books. but could caricature effective
ly. sing like Il thrush and play the
piano with musiciunly instinct. She
was twenty-five and had always lived
He was thirty-three and had always
written-with moderate success.
Howbridge studied Joanna imper'
sonally, as he had studied all girls
since his betrothed married another
man while Howbridge was at college
dreaming and writing her sentimental
love letters. The other man had al
| ways wanted her. so he stayed OH the
spot. saw her every day and did
things till he got her-which taught
Howbridye lesson. He woke up.
and after that his characters were
more real-not like those In his first
book.
Joanna had no heart history. Men
who saw much Of her did. They, al
ways to her surprise, fell In love with
her and to their own surprise married
other women and sighingly remem-
hered her AS a lost love when they had
| indigestion or lost out In some prof.
rct. Joanna liked men In a comradely
| way and never firted, for she was
| yery sincere and hated to hurt any.
thing. Besides. she wanted to keep
her heart all in one piece.
She and Oliver walked and drove
and canoed together and talked much
about nothing in particular and said
lot that they did not mean, which
WAS a sure method Of learning each
others tastes. She ridiculed his COM
monplace title and began posing to
Phil for the illustrations.
Howbridge tried to get down to work
on his story, which was to be OF no
great length and which ordinarily he
could have written in few days. but
he made no heauway lie could not
suit himself, he m.,de tumble OF IT,
and each mornings installment was
written in different mood. At last lie
destroyed 1t and began over again.
wondering what was the matter Win
him.
He soon found out. Meanwhile he
| found himself ut an inexplicable stand
still In his acquaintance with JOANNA
who seemed to avoid him. One day
We entered the studio Willie she was