Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1907-07-03

pany. BE ready at the corner In fie-
teen minutes. No wry faces or rebel
ling, and the doctor will beg the good
fairy to bring you the very thing you
want most"
and she did love the sunset on the riv-
er. She hurried into her coat, stopped
and ruffied her hair becomingly about
her face. donning her hat and veil.
She could hear the men humping
about In the next fat. She looked at
her watch. 1t was just ten minutes.
1t would be fun to get there first and
slip away giving him a chase When
she had gone some distance she heard
some one running and looked around.
TO see man coming up at her side.
THAT wasn't playing fair" he said.
Iae was tall and 1.-the. with good,
clear features and frank eyes that
were dancing with fun as they lcoked
down at the girl. She felt suddenly
small and childish. She laughed up at
him
They turned into Riverside park and
made their way. along the path nearest
the river. High up In the park near
the big gray tomb they sought a
bench. The sun had Just sunk, fiery
golden ball behind the misty green
bank across the river, and the whole
scene was wrapped in a soft cloak Of
glowing orange. They sat in silence a
few moments, the girl leaning forward,
her chin In her two hands. elbows rest
ing ON the rail In front Of her. She
had had hard day, drifting about In
search Of editors that were intrenched
behind impregnable battlements Of Of
fee boys and tightly closed doors. The
only one she had succeeded in seeing
had been disagreeable about her story
and had dilated to her on the over
ket- Her companion resorted to lit
tie probing and finally succeeded in
getting his patient to ,cll him the story
Of her days Ills.
at must be glorious" she said when
she had finished, ito be great, sue
cessful author, SO as to be able to dc
tate terms to these puffed up editors
that love to crush budding genius"
"It must be-" said the man, with a
quiet sLIile. "And now tell me what
your story is about"
The girl drifted easily into the lit
tie romance she had woven, quoting
memory. When she came to the end
the man. looked up quickly. 'srhat
seems to me a good story. The editor
turned 1t down, you say"
Eyes. without flinching" she said.
with a laugh that tried to be uncon-
eerned
"Will you meet me here tomorrow
afternoon and let me read the manu-
script7"
The girl agreed. The little stroke Of
appreciation s,noothed her ruffied van-
ity considerably.
The next afternoon the walk was re-
peated. and the man read her manu-
script-read II aloud to her. 1t seemed
really good to her as she listened to
his Interpretation. For the first time
she got perspective on It AS he fold
ed It and slipped the manuscript into
his pocket the man turned to the girl
and looked at her closely a moment.
"rhats way above the average story"
he said.
The girl blushed with pleasure at
the sincerity Of the compliment and
looked away. Somehow his judgment
seemed to count
II have O friend who Is one OF your
ogre editors, and am going to send
this to him II you viii let me-" he said
The girls heart beat high with hope
This man had way OF smoothing out
the wrinkles In ones way and inspir-
Ing one with courage and faith.
The walks became almost daily
events in the lives Of the two next
door neighbcrs. They sought out new
routes, though Riverside always re-
mained the favorite. and sometimes
they would wind up their strolls with
a dinner at some quiet, unfrequented
little cafe. Once there was q visit 70
the theater. another evening concert
and other pleasures that no longer left
room for Inconsistencies in the life Of
the girl. BY mutual agreement they
continued to make the fire escape their
medium Of communication, and neither
learned the others name They were
just "neighbor" to each other, which
was the mans suggestion. 1t was an
easy, odd sort Of friendship they slip
PED into unquestiouingly, accepting il
as naturally as children do good gifts.
Three weeks passed before the man
said anything more about the manu-.
script Of her story. One evening as
they sat at dinner almost hidden In
one corner Of a cafe behind tall shrub
berry he handed her a note, which
read:
Dear Bob-Where did you come across
that story. and who In tho mysterious,
unknown writer2 1t 10 a good story.
am going to rush II in tho Christmas
number and should Hike IN apeay< FOR INV