The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1908-12-24
Their
Prettiest Girl.
By HENRY BERLINGHOFF.
Copyrighted. 1908. by Associated
Literary Press.

Copyrighted. 1903, by Associated ,
Literary Press. >
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1t was Ned Bellingham who discov-
cred the girl across the way. eros.
by Maurer hooted at the suggestion
that she was the daintiest and most
wholly lovable young woman on the
globe.
Ned retorted with some heat, and
the result was that then and there the
domestic partnership was threatened
with dissolution.
1t was the first time since they had
set up housekeeping In a bachelor
apartment three years before that they
had had disagreement
Maurer had flung himself out of the
room with never goodby, and Ned
had sat himself down at his drawing
board to make the girl across the
way the central figure in a set of H.
Illustrations he was doing for a story,
blissfully ignoring the fact that the
authors heroine was tall, above the
ordinary, fair haired goddess of the
Norseland, while the girl across the
way was petite and decidedly dark.
Maurer did not return to dress for
dinner, and Ned was fast asleep by
the time he did come in. There was
no reopening of the discussion, and In
the morning the clash Of the day be-
fore was tacitly ignored.
More than a week passed and the
cloud had blown away when Maurer,
waiting for his breakfast to be sent
up from the restaurant in the build
ing, approached the window and gave
low whistle of surprise.
you're right, old man, he cried,
''and I'll eat all the humble pie you
care to feed me. That girl is a god
deSs in miniature"
Ned sprang to the window, pleased
smile Of triumph ON his face. But the
smile faded when he looked closely.
Its awfully good Of you to say so,
old chap" he said gratefully, ''but I'll
eat that pie myself. Funny I should
have thought her such a sumner.
She's good locker, but nothing like
the goddess I've been raving about"
Don't be a beastly fool" urged
Maurer politely. You're an artist.
You must know that she's one woman
In thousand"
"Do you mean itY' demanded Ned
wonderingly. Il thought you were
saying it to please me. Funny that
you should like her. Usually your
taste is very good"
Good" echoed Maurer "Of course
it's good, and it tells me that that girl
is remarkable beauty"
'Nonsensew scoffed Ned. "She's
good looking, but commonplace. There
are hundreds like her.
Maurer turned look Of ineffable
scOrn upon his friend and silently
made his way to the table, where the
breakfast now was spread.
The. meal was eaten in silence, and
for second time within ten days
Maurer departed for his Office without
the good luck in your work, old man."
which started Ned on his drawings in
proper humor with himself.
Instead of going to his drawing
board Ned went to the window, and
for long half hour he studied the
dainty figure sewing by the window
across the street.
He turned away with a sigh, then
regarded the half completed sketch
tackled to his drawing board. It was
a remarkably good likeness of the girl
opposite; but, kneading his rubber
afresh, Ned started to efface the figure
with another sigh for his lost ideal.
He took a melancholy pleasure in
drawing in a girl who was tall and
plump and whose hair glinted yellowy
against crimson curtain. This was
to be the frontispiece Of a magazine,
and he had wondered the afternoon
before if the girl would see it and rec
ogniZe her likeness. He had drawn
nothing else but pictures of her since
that first morning, and now he won
dered how he had ever been such
fool.
That evening Maurer smoked his
pipe in front of the window where he
could watch his new divinity, and
Ned, to avoid further rupture, clapped
on his hat and went out for street
car ride, a form of amusement he de-
tested, but which was better than
watching Maurer make a fool Of him
self.
Ever since he had come to the city
he and Crosby Maurer had been the
firmest of friends For three years
they had lived together in the little
four room apartment that had become
real home to them, and so closely
had they studied each others peculiar
ities there were none of the outbreaks
Of i'll humor that had spoiled many
such arrangements. This was the first
time that there had come a real clash,
and Bellingham felt it keenly.
In time the edge of the trouble wore
away. but there was no real resump-