The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1904-04-05

Then, you don't take 20 the idea Of
| getting her interested In writing"
Wolfe" l said tenderly. would you
! think that because man had broken
his neck ne ought to be made TO take
an interest in astronomy
He looked foolish for moment. and
then he gathered himself Cor a curious
bit of self defense that made every
thing clear-startlingly clear
''But-but you always I'll me. when l
ask you to marry me. that you would
love me If you weren't too much inter
ested In your writing to think Of loving
anybody So, YOU see. / thought if
could apply it the other way about. and
get the girl who loves me II terestcd in
writing
put my head down in my arms on
the desk. Go back TO your ether and
your bandages." ] cried helplessly. cor
youn make me marry you because
you're not fit to take care of yourself. ."
He settled back on the lounge with an
| expression of absolutely bIissful peace
Then. I think I'll stay" he said.
A few days later Leila called on me
She sat down on the lounge. smOothed
out her rufies. and laid aside her muff
Has that idiot Wolfe told you?" she
asked. But first. tell me how you like
my hat? Five dollars. my dear. feath-
ers and velvet and all, and the name
IN the lining Well Wolfe got IL into
his head that I was wearing out my
heart for him. and he came and told
ine-my dear, II you don't marry him
you're the biggest goose that ever pad
dledi He came in and proposed 10 me,
anC then spent an hour in ceiling ne
how he loved you, and how he couldn't
promise anything. I was just burning
to tell him Of my engagement to Town
send Shrad, but I didn't want II TO leak
sut before the dance at Sherry's. ana
I thought a few days repentance
wouldn't hurt anyone who had made
such an awful mess at Wolfe Hamilton.
l almost wish I did love him. A girl
could 90 anything she pleased with a
man like that Wish Townsend was
more like him We're TO be married in
March and go straight 10 the Mediter
ranean."
Leila. ] said. picking up her hand
| kerchief from the floor and handing il
back 10 her, did YOU ever think you'd
like 20 write?
Writer" she echoed.
Yes. you know. little stories"
She stared at me as If I had suddenly
]
what YOU can be thinking about she
announced presently. Why. / can
even spell straight"
1 drew lines on the blotter in front Of
me. Il can't spell. ! admitted-"not
the accepted way"
How on earth can you make editors
I take what you write. then? But you
can spell. Your stories are always
/ spelled right insthe magazines. The idea
of telling me a thing Ike that
The printer corrects the spelling" 1
/ explained. so you see. if that We're the
/ only ching. it needn't Keep you from try
/ ing your hand.
But what should 1 write about?' she
asked.
All / said now YOU have me-
You take my advice she said, tuck
/ ing her hands into her enormous mum.
/ Anybody can write stories-at least,
/ there are always plenty of EN- written
/ You never saw magazine published
/ empty because they didn't have any sto-
/ ries TO put in. But everybody can't look
| after that ridiculous Wolfe Hamilton,
and with his money and position that's
worth an intelligent womau's while
| Il had always hoped there would be a
little romance in the matter" / said,
/ wistfulIy Not mere philanthrophy,
! you know. But 7 suppose writing 50