Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-05-17
WATERBURY EVENING DEMOCRAT THURSDAY. MAY 17 1900.

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 yer dust, on 1t. was just thinking how nice he looked sitting there, and
 what firm nose and mouth he had,
 when suddenly he glanced up and
 said, abruptly: "So your hero is young and handsome-a real Apollo. You admire handsome men?" "Oh. mo-" I said. T admire strong men, not that sort at all. But l thought 1t was the usual thing in books"
 didn't say any more till the whole of the sheets had been read. It took some time, for scribble awfully when try to write fast. And then l asked him what he thought was the matter with 1t. told him that the editor said 1t was too crude, and he agreed. I was offended, and I expect he saw it, for he went on as quickly as possible to explain what he meant. He said a great deal, but as far as l can remember the meaning of 1t all was that had had no experience of getting engaged and that sort of thing and that the tale showed this weakness. He said I had much to learn and before I corrected the story ought to try to improve.
 Did you ever hear anything so silly? How could gain experience in a day or two? Who was there to help me? told MT. Kingswell what thought of his idea. Of course it would be useful, but impracticable.
 always knew he was fine chum. had known him for ever SO many years. but think he was just trump l for what he suggested. It was that he should be my lover for a fort. night, so that might see how man would act if he loved somebody. Since he didn't mind the trouble, l was of course perfectly willing, and soon after we had arranged 1t he left. But no sooner had MT. Kingswell gone than I began to feel wretched. It was about his last book. l read 1t. There was such nice girl in 1t. about like me should think. won- dered if she pretended to be his very dear friend while ;ie wrote the book. It wasn't nice idea somehow.
 Next day MT. Kingswel. wrote ma little note asking me to go skating with him that afternoon on the lake. 1 went, and did enjoy myself i'm. mensely. He looked after me and talked so nicely that was sorry when he had to go back to dinner. Dad was laughing when he met us in the hall. didn't see why, for l hadn't told hir, about our plan. and I didn't seem to want to; but sud denly he kissed me and went off in hurry, which I thought was rather funny of him.
 had always felt wee bit jealous that Mir. Kingswell always came to see dad and not particularly me; but now when I knew his visits were really mine 1t was delightful. had love- ly time and the days just flew by. The fortnight began to draw to the end. I counted the days as they passed. couldn't help thinking how should slhaopnSl miss aolaveE, For he was splendid actor; anyone swoald think ! he really meant 1t.
 remember once we went for a walk-dad, Mr. Kingswell and r. when one of those harum-scarum Graham boys dashed up on his bi- cycle just as we were crossing the road. cant tell how it happened. but the next minute Mir Kingswell was lifting me up all covered with road dust whilst dad was anxiously en. treating me to tell him if were hurt. wasn't, and said so; and really 1t was a good thing dad had turned to speak to the boy, for it took my Hover" quite long time to realize there was nothing the matter. He kept on holding me as if he would never let me go and I distinctly heard him murmur: Thank God for that. my darling," when I said was all right, exactly as if it really mattered to him.
 At length the last day came and Mir. Kingswell did not appear till the even- ing after dinner. Dad had gone to his study; he wouldn't let me go with him, but said I had to amuse myself till he came back. took my violin and tried to play-but couldn't. was too lonely. So just cuddled up on the big settle and tried not to cry. Some one came in. 1 thought 1t was dad until I looked up and saw-Mr. Kingswell.
 He looked so stern. wondered what was the matter till remembered the fortnight was really over now. and of course he would go back to being just dads friend" didn't know there l was such a differenee-I wished I had l never learned. Everything seemed | miserable now: and really our experi- i ment would not be of much use. for I | vowed I would never write about Mir. i Kingswell in a book-I would just re- 1 member him myself.
 Of course the right thing for me to | do was to thank him for his kindness | in helping me. but I was afraid to. He vas looking at me SO unmerciful- l ly, indeed. that I daren't try. especial iy as I knew my voice would be sure I to sniver as If I had just been crying and of course I hadn't So just waited and longed for dad to come in till at last he spoke.
 And 90 our acting is over. Mar joryr
 1t vas the frs; time he had called me that. and I liked to hear it- fl