Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-08

why Don't You Ever Try the Work You Can [
lated confidence and intimacy and liking. So an
hour passed, and when the bell rang and he to
go, it was with sense of time pleasantly spent.
You will come soon again hope" she said, and
he felt she meant it, and promised gladly.
So the friendship began, and it became in a
way Trevor had never dreamed possible between a
and girl He Marion Brett often, and
found himself talking with her of his ideas and
bitons as he might have, but never had, with a
Chum 1t the sympathetic feminine of his
dience that drew him out, and through it ALL sent-
ment had never shown its face. There was some
thing about her that did not provoke sentiment and
yet it might have puzzled him to tell why
Trevor not especially inclined to analysis.
Perhaps he did little of himself once awhile but
with a subject he frankly admitted it's
futilty. He had a notion that the principal reason
men held them hopeessly complex was that they
were in reality essentially simple, moved by single
far into the horizon a man could, but seeing
only one small segment OF it at time, and altogether
Obvious of relative values and proportions. The
hardest thing in the world to understand is sim
picity when you persist in thinking it complex.
More than year had passed since their second
meeting. He spending a few days at the Brett
the possible taste, but surrounded by spacious
grounds that owed their beauty to trend of nature
that old Brett had not had time spoil and that his
daughter had developed with feeling and Judgment.
An elderly most respectable, and altogether unob-
trusve companion" OF his hostess filled the Office
of ChaperOn aCceptably. Trevor and Marion Brett
sitting beneath arbor in hemcyce that
faced a bit of grass and a sun-dial Beyond lay a
garden with thick box borders, pebbly paths
and old-fashioned flowers. They had been talking
in desultory way
Suddenly she turned to him. Why don't YOU
ever try to do the work YOU can dor"
Trevor smiled. " Because, on the one hand, | am
not at all sure l can, and, the other, | know l
can't Then, seeing her puzzled look, he went
" m afraid l haven't the glorious confidence in my
ability that one, at least, of my friends has, and,
frankly l believe l would starve before l got
chance to satisfy myself that | was right and she
wrong"
Nonsense" she said decisively. Surely you
could live without giving all your time to newspaper
drudgery?"
Trevor flushed. Well as he understood Marion
Brett, there times when her brusk frankness
hurt little. The trouble is" he said, that
there is room in the per world for who
don't give it all their time and all their thought.
There are too many others who do and who try
ing to get chance to. Your quarrel is with the am
btion of the age, not with me for accepting the
situation it is
'Guyon Trevor, how old are your"
'Thirty-four." He laughed.
What have you ever accomplished by selling
yourself into slavery and not trying do your best
We'll" he said, g | doctored poor pup once into
oblivion, and the friendship of very charming
woman"
Don't be foolish. If you had established yourself
in anyway and married your work might have justi-
fed itself at least by notwithstanding standards.
a ought to marry.
Il am sorry, he said pententy; "a but am afraid
any sensible woman would consider such a suggestion