Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1909-06-07


town that c. Il. Taylor was wealthy
man. When he appeared at the general
meeting place, Hinkhams grocery, all
the men would Shift their wads and
straighten their hats out of Difference
as he seated himself on the best crack
er barrel by the stove and planted his
feet on the warmest spot.
But the swift. horrible accident had
silenced the jovial Croesus. and his
estate had been revealed to the pub
lies Mortified gaze as absolutely
worthless. b.
Mrs. Taylor had been Frustrated
completely. Janet had struggled as she
could. but after all the funeral ex-
penses had been paid her little store
of banknotes had dwindled away to a
pathetic few.
"Now, Burt" she explained eagerly
to her masculine friend. lawyer and
devoted lover. 1T is case of sheer
necessity, you see. We will only have
so a month from the farm. and that
won't even pay mothers doctor bills"
Janet" began the young man, his
| voice husky with the emotion he tried
| to suppress Janet. I'm in good bust
ness now, eand your father had given
| me his consent. SO why won't YOU let
me help you in this time of trouble
You know T.
Eyes. | know. Burt" answered the
| girl gently, but it is impossible. Now
my plan is this: At college took all
| the four prizes for the best essays and
had good success with the college
weekly and annual"
| Burt could hardly hide n smile. This
young slip of womanhood talking OF
| $50 month paid for her literar!
work! Poor child, she did not realize
that college weeklies and city daily
papers differ strikingly in their de
| mands.
| But one simply could not argue will
Janet. Her radiant beauty was hel
strongest weapon, and Burt left her IL
high spirits.
Burt, l shall depend on you for tn,
addresses of all the best papers ant
magazines in the city" she called t.
him as he strobe down the walk. "An,
don't forget to read every line l pub
fish," came indistinctly to his ears al
he turned the corner to the station.
i Burton Harold was tied to his oftic'
day and night for the next thre
a bit to eat or an hours rest. Yet tn
dainty, dark beauty of Janet's charm
ing face floated tantalizingly befor
the dusty lawbooks or the tiresom
documents.
He had not heard q word from he
since he had mailed the addresses, ant
he wondered whether he could hav
been mistaken and Janet's work wa
actually making good. On the SatuI
day of a third week he locked the doc
of Office A. Smith block, and took tn
train down to the village to gladde
his mothers heart by sight of himsel
and his eyes by sight of Janet.
He found the girl pale and quie
with very little to say. 1t was not ur
til the end of the call that he had tn
courage to ask about her literary wori
At his first word the unnatural calr
gave way and she cried like child.
Its no use, Burt" she sobbed. "I'v
tried and tried, but everything come
back with polite OF no use,' and
know it is just because they don
read my work.
/ Burt was sorely tempted. Had b
followed his own inclination he woul
have gathered the girl into his stron
arms and hidden the senseless editor
go wherever they pleased. But this Wa
out of the question. "Fll tell yol
Janet" he said soothingly-"give n
your work and I'll take it back wit
me tomorrow and see what l can do
And so the matter rested. and Blu
ton returned to his Office with a roll (
classical raptures. such as 1.-The Lusf
Marsh Where the Cows Stood Kn,
: Deep In Cowslips" and other total