Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-09-28


rs it a novelf' Svbil asked lookinp
ar him curiously. Poor man. she was
sorry for himl
Yes" he said meditatively--''a novel "
Can ! help you? Eve written many
fairy stories myself and five chapters Of
a novel,"
THANK youl' ne said, smiling. but in
no way appealing to her for assistance
May | smoker" He had never asked
Miss ]ervis for permission.
"Oh, certainly" replied "the child
graciously. Perhaps it win assist
thought"
He took out cigarette case. on which
was his monogram in tiny diamonds and
pearls, and after leisurelv selecting a
cigarette he lighted it.
The hour was going and the work was
not begun. Sybil was getting impatient.
She wanted to justify her promotion to
the debating room. She was just about
to expostulate when he spoke.
so you've begun novel, child, have
you? Tell me about it,
What young authnress under 20 could
resist talking aobut a novel begun and
waiting to be finished? Certainly not
Sybil.
My novel is a Spanish romance of the
Tenth century"
Dear, dear, what learned child you
arei"
Not at all,' said Sybil simply. You
see, | helped my uncle with some re-
search work when he was writing his
History of the Moors in SPAIN and |
could not help remembering things"
Who is the hero of your story?" asked
Hugh Chantley gravely.
Abdul Rahman LII. He was in love
with Blanca, a beautiful Christian,
daughter of the Count of Castille-that
was before he came to the throne
and afterwards he married her? The
course of true love ran smoothly, hope, .
said Hugh Chantley with gravity be-
coming to the occasion.
Alas. MOI" said Sybil "They had to
part; it was terrible, but it was for the
good of Spain. You know you have to
put aside your personal feelings and do
what is best for your land"
yes" said Hugh. with an air of seri-
BUSINESS. Then how far have you got in
your romance?"
Il had just got to the parting when
my uncle died"
The beautiful gray eyes were clouded
and she was silent moment. Then she
remembered why she was there.
Now" she said briskly. 'tell me
about yours-the part already done,
mean'
He cleared his throat and began. 'Why
not?" he argued The plot sounded all
right"
well, Lady Sybil, my heroine. is only
in her first season, and the most beauti-
full debutante of that season. when she
meets Lord hartford and falls in love
with him.
And he with her of course?' asked
Sybil
Yes, and he with her, just like your
hero and heroine so far. He wishes to
marry her, but her brother, who is her
guardian. refuses on the ground that the
hartford peerage is terribly impover-
ished The lovers are parted, but they
manage to communicate with each other
Notwithstanding.
"Oh, | am gladl" said Sybil fervently
1T must be horrid to be parted. You
and | know how it hurts Us only ia
write about it,"
1t had never occurred to the Honor
able Hugh Chantley that partings on pa
per were painful, but still he said
'Yes!"
"WeH.' continued the Honorable
Hugh, "as / said, they We're parted. He
was not allowed to see her, so he went
away"
He could have passed by and looked
up at her window"
That would only have tantalized him
lie was waiting until they went to their
castle in Scotland, when he was going to
run away with her Suddenly the letters
ceased to arrive He was yachting in the
Mediterranean a month later"
'You said he was poor"
Comparatively only. The poor fellow
was obliged to have some recreation. In
a society journal month old that he
came across lie read. "A marriage has
been arranged and viii take place imme-
diately between Lady Sybil Glenluce and
the Duke of Merchester.' He is put
ashore at Naples, and goes to London by
the first express, but arrives there only
to learn thai the Duke and Duchess of
Merchester have gone to Italy for their
oney mooia.
"Oh. dea.. oh. dear, how criss-cross
things have gone IN your novel. That's
tie end. suppose, for you must let the
curtain fall after tragedy"
That's just where it rises" he thinks,
int he does not SAY 50.
We'll, she bad to make tie best of it,
continued Sybil philcsophica'ly; but it
was pity. She shouldn't have married
Inn. You must be nearly at the end. ]
suppose they'll meet. and she'll have a
good cry, and then they'll say farewell
for ever. Shall we begiE?"
Hugh Chantley i1oked at "the child's
Innocent face; no, he could not dictate
this chapter to he's.
Il don't think can write any of my
book today, I'm not in the mood"
Sybil looked utterly ard woefully dis
appointed He racked his brains for
sornething to write about.
He had travelled a good deal; he ought
not to be at a loss for a subject. Sud
denlv into his mind came an experience
that had made a deep impression ON him.
He didn't know if the words would come,
foT he had never tried anything but hot
house fiction. He coild but try, and if