The broad ax. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1895-19??, 1908-12-26

visions Of bearded cheek ana chin ana
Perhaps glasses. Horrors. Had n
really come to thatf Wei, she would
I've n the Cd days and paw no attep-
don 20 externEIs.
When az last Lois announced that
M. Ainsworth was In the drawing
room she swept to her mirror ana sur
yeyed the graceful figure rejected
there Her gown OF sea green Zen IN
shimmering folds. Her hair was done
beautifully. and some OF the violets
were elasped "a tAe silver girdie at her
waist. She could not fan to be salts
Ted.
This consciousness helped her TO en-
ter the drawing room with the perfect
self possession OF a woman Of the
world. With outstretched hand she
greeted himas II they had parted but
yesterday.
Jack How good Of you to some to
see me on my birthday and to send
me these lovely fiowersF" turning to
center table where the viOlets were
displayed.
Jack Alnsworth gasped. Could this
elegant woman, with her perfect hair
and silvery voice, be bis old friend7
Lillian" he said. stin grasping her
hand. els It really your
She smiled. and It was her old smile.
yes, Jack. It IL /. You see, / am
going the way Of the world"
'NOnsensei You are perfectl" be
cried vehemently.
She was no less charmed. There was
no evidence Of beard or glasses, though
the boy had grown into the man-tal,
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 well
for yourself. and I am proud Of you.
As for my career. It has not amounted
to much"
Lillian" Ainsworth said, leaning
forward eagerly, do you know that
you have not written q line have not
read! You ceased to write TO me, but
I did not forget, dear"
Miss TreadweH had forgotten the
rain and the unfeeling publisher.
Tel me, Jack, what brings you to
New York; she asked.
II have been elected vice president
Of the road and must live here" be re-
piled.
Then suppose you win marry and
keep up an establishments with q
pretense Of ughtness.
Il don't know" be said obviously.
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
al her false glory to ind real happi-
ness"
'Tf I thought that" said Ainsworth
hreathlessly, I'D ask her in a minute %
ouC N4Ou6ul VI LuC uONcir VI Auc
hack work, OF the loneliness Of her
life which this friend Of the past
brought sharply before her.
lack" 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 II, LillianT'
Yes, do" she replied bravely.
But whyT be inquired. doubling.
puzzled
She looked up at him. and be read It
IN her shining eyes
he leaped forward and folded her in
his arms, crushing the violets In bis
eagerness. my darIing" was all be
could say In trembling tones.
As for Miss Treadwell, with that
embrace came the realization that wo-
man was not made to 1--we on mind
alone.
Lois" she called after little.
bring me the manuscript Of my
noyelF' She took It from the wonder
ing maid and turned to Jack, with q
radiant smile. sCome," she cried gay
ly-''eome to my study IRE and help
me make dust and ashes Of my lit
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