The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1907-08-17

constructions good. flne English
couldn't be better; plot is excellent.
character delineations perfect-but
my dear young woman, there is some
thing very essential lacking, some
thing In the quality. Probably II has
not occurred to you to put 1t In just
that way, but do you think you could
write !ntelligently' Of the life and hab-
Its Of the natives of Africa. unless you
personally visited the country"
why. no ! don't suppose / could,
but then haven't any idea of writing
on any such subject"
"Of course not, of course not.
simply wanted you to know that you
can't write love stories that have the
true ring. until you've been in love
yourself Hang on to this story don't
let 1t get out Of your possession; keep
1t six months, a year, two years IL
necessary, then rewrite It, bring It
back and we'll take 1t right gladly.
Don't try to do It now. though; you'd
only make botch of IT,"
Disappointed and discouraged Ruth
Ainslie walked down Broadway. ITS
well enough for Mr.. Brown to talk
about people experio 1cing the things
they write about" she thought II
wonder II he imagines people fan in
love to order. One would think a love
afair was IKE newspaper assign
ment, and that It was only necessary
for him to tell me to write from ex.
perience In the same way an editor
tells reporter to cover story.
Something lacking in the quality, was
there? Horrid thing. he needn't have
been 80 brutally frank about 1t. Well,
IL there is something lacking In the
quality Of the story then there must
have been something lacking in the
quality Of the love-making I've known.
suppose he thinks I've never been In
love. l wonder II / really have-per-
haps not"
Winter has passed and the first flow
ers of early May were beginning to
show their modest heads when the
letter from Mrs. Jack Rossiter ar
rived.
Here, Ruth, here comes something
for you In Laura Rossiter's letter."
called out her sister. she wants you
to spend the summer with her at
Bath Beach. Rossiter's going abroad
and she's planning to have a lot of
jolly people down there for house
parties and week-ends. Go child. 1t
will do you good"
Ward Loring, man of affairs, club
man and all around good fellow. paced
slowly up and down the pretty boxed
walk surrounding Mrs. Rossiter's Bath
Beach summer place. Somehow or
other he didn't seem to be quite In ac-
cord with the days jollity. Life had
been cast In rather too serious mold
for him TO fit in very well with the
frivolous and the past week had
brought an added problem.
Just ten days before his hostess
has asked him to meet Ruth Ainslie
ut the train. Neither of them had
realized It, but their love story began
when the horses, startled by the honk,
honk, honk OF an approaching ma
chine had reared and plunged and
started on mad race down the hill
In agony Of fear, Ruth had rrasped
Loring's coat sleeve. crying: The
train! the train!"
Loring's hold on the reins never re.
laxed; his eyes never left the road in
front OF him as he replied: sit down,
Miss Ainslie, there Is no danger"
On, on. went the maddened animals,
the light runabout swaying from side
to side until, when Is yards from the
approaching engine, Loring jumped to
his feet, and with one supreme effort,
pulled the horses to their launches
Just IA the train rushed by.
A week had passed a blissfully
happy week to the two, who, without
n spoken word, felt that casual
friendship had led 90 a strong afrec-
ton
There was one closed chapter In
Loring's life which had caused him
endless and unceasing pain and worry
for Ave long years, and Il was OF this
chapter that he had decided to tell
Ruth Ainslie.
IL 10 ohiy ialT 10 ner, ne said TO
himself; she will understand and she
will forgive. II will separate us. but
Il IL right"
The train of thought was interrupt.
ed by the soft frou.frou of woman's
skirt. Ruth Ainslie, clad In the dain.
test OF white gowns with her arms
full OF dewey roses hurried down the
walk toward him. White almost to
the lips but with the light OF great
love In his eyes he took the out.
stretched hand.
Let's sit down here, I've something
TO say to you, Miss Ainslie."
There comes time In every girls
life when some one dear has some
thing to say. Ruth felt new shyness
come over her as she raised her eyes
to those of the man she loved and
then lowered them under the intense
gaze of his own.
An hour later a white-faced girl sat
alone In the arbor, her head buried In