The broad ax. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1895-19??, 1908-12-12

visions OF bearded cheek and chin an
| perhaps glasses. Horrors! Had I,
really come to that2 Well she would
I've IN the old days and pay no atte6-
don to externals
When at last Lois Announced ths,
NJ. Ainsworth was b the dfawine
room she swept to her mirror ana sur.
veyed the graceful figure rejected
there. her gown Of sea green fen IA
shimmering folds. Her hair was done
beautifully, and some OF the .violets
were clasped IN the silver girdle at her
waist She could not fan 10 be salts
hed.
This consciousness helped her 70 an
ter the drawing room with the perfect
self possession Of a woman Of the
world. With outstretched hand she
greeted him as II they had parted but
yesterday.
Jack How good OF you to some to
see me onsmy birthday and to send
me these lovely iowers!" turning to a
center table where the violets were
displayed.
Jack Ainsworth gasped. Gould this
elegant woman, with her perfect hair
and silvery voice, be his old frIendP
Lillian" he said, stiI grasping her
hand, ''is It really your
She smiled, and 1t was her old smile
Yes, Jack, 1t is /. You see, am
going the way Of the world"
~Nonsensel You are perfectr' be
cried vehemently.
She was no less charmed. There was
no evidence Of beard or glasses, though
the boy had grown into the man-tan,
athletic, clean shaver, with strong Jaw
and deep voice. His honest gray eyes
Toasted on her beauty. She flushed.
Tel me what you have been doing
all these years. Jack" she said finally.
"oh, working hard and following
your careerF
"Yes," she said, you have done web
for yourself. and l am proud Of You.
As for my career. 1t has not amounted
to much"
Lillian" Ainsworth said, leaning
forward eagerly, do you know that
you have not written a lire I have not
read! You ceased to write to me, but
/ did not forget, dear"
Miss Treadwen had forgotten the
rain and the unfeeling publisher.
TEL me, Jack, what brings You 10
New York; she asked.
I have been elected vice president
OF the road and must live here" he re-
piled
Then I suppose you win marry and
keep up an establishments with a
pretense OF Iightness.
Il don't know" be said dnbiousiy.
There never was but one girl for me,
and she-she has achieved fame. She
would not think Of giving up glory to
become the wife Of a railroad man"
A feeling long dead woke In the wo-
man But she might be willing, Jack,
II you asked her." she said almost
wistfuIly. ~She might gladly give up
an her false glory 20 ind real happi-
ness"
IF I thought that" said Ainsworth
I'D ask Der IN q minute"
She thought Of the novel, OF the
hack work, Of the loneliness Of her
life which this friend Of the past |
brought sharply before her
Jack" she said, tive decided
she paused, then went on rapidly,
lingering the violets In her belt-"to |
give up literature for good"
Ainsworth started forward %Do you
really mean It, LIllianT
%Yes, do" she replied braveIy.
But whyT be inquired. doubling.
puzzled
She looked mp at him. and be read It /
IN her shining eyes
he leaped forward and folded her In /
his arms, crushing the violets IN his
eagerness MY darlingT was all be
could say In trembling tones.
As for Miss TreadweIl, with that
smbrace came the realization that wo-
man was not made to live on mind
alone.
Lois" she called after a little,
bring me the manuscript Of my
nOveiP' She took # from the wonder
ing maid and turned to Jack, with q
radiant smile Come" she cried gay
y--eome to my study IRE and help
me make dust and ashes Of my lit
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