The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-08-22


tea; pure air and your cooking will do
wonders for me. 1t was more than kind
of Mr.. Sydney to give you permission to
invite me-
Mile promptly dried her eyes and
/ launched out on a prolonged song OF
praise He was the kindest, the cheer
lest, the handsOmest, the most generous
and so on until she had well nigh ex-
hausted the catalogue of virtues.
I wish I might see this paragon be-
fore he goes; couldn't you manage a
stolen glimpse for me?" coaxingly.
Mos sutteny, honey" chuckling;
days er lille room watts tOlably dark,
des of'n Mas Sydney's study. I reckon
eff yO' wuz ter stan in dar en- peep
fro de curtains yO' mOut see him.
Feeling very much like a mischievOus
child, Eloise allowed herself to be pilot
ed into the little dressing room. As
Aunt Mile had predicted, she could
see very WELL herself unseen. A tall,
broad shouIdered man sat at a desk.
His face was frank and good to look
upon, although it still bore traces Of
recent illness. Before him lay pile
of manuscript at which he was frown-
| ing grimly. Satisfied with her stolen
| glimpse, the girl was about to with
draw. when her attention was arrested
4 by the advent of a young man who en-
/ tered without knocking and was not so
| overwhelmed with pOliteness as to trOu-
| BILE himself about taking off his hat.
/ With the air of one entirely at home, he
| dropped into a chair. draping one long
| leg over the chair arm, after the man
ner of his kind, then coolly proceeded to
| fill his pipe.
! Hello. Dick" said the man at the
| desk, without looking up.
n~foHg
might be gone. May I ask what you
are doing?"
Thinking"
ct seems to be going hard with you
to judge by the sour, not to call it ferO-
| cioUs cast of your countenance. Is there
any way in which your humble serv-
ant could be of assistance?"
The man at the desk wheeled about
laughing:
Possibly! My illness has weakened
me, Intellectually, to such an extent
that even your mental endOwments
seem quite considerable by comparison
Perhaps I am entering upon my second
childhood; it might be advisable to put
a rubber ring and rattlebox into the
grip before we start, and so be prepared
for the worst"
"Get to the point, my friend, I pray
thee It is nearing train time"
All right. What you see here" indi'
eating the pile Of paper on the desk, 81
a short story which I began prior to ny
illness, and which I wrote at off and OF
when the doctor and nurse were no
lOOking-Aunt Mile, kind old soul, use,
to smuggle pencil and paper to me. Nov
the peculiar part of it all is that
: thought the thing rather good unit
lately. Now I am disguised with it
When I have had a rest and regaineC
some of my old vim, no doubt I shall b.
fit for work again; in the meantime,
will not have this on my mind" AM
gathering up the sheets, he thrust then
b into a waste basket.
The young man whom he addressed
as Dick, slowly erected himself IL
sections, and demonstrated with energ!
/ but without effect. Sidney put him off
gayly: he wanted to hear no more abOu
b it, he said, and turned the conversation
to their coming trip.
/ Suddenly realizing her position Dor
a strong family resemblance to caves
dropping, El0ise slipped quietly from
b her hiding place and Joined Aunt Mile
2 keeping out Of sight when, a few min
5 utter later. the young writer came to BIZ
his hOUsekeeper goodbye. Concealed b,
the curtain, she watched from a window
when the two young men went dow
the walk together. Now ElOise Garlan,
possessed quite all Of a wOman's curl
osity-which is saying a good deal if w
are to believe as we are told that tn
beginning Of all things in the feminin
mind was curiosity. Actually astound
ed at her own temeTity. she found her
self in the study in less than five min
utes after its owner had quilted ii
Reasoning with her conscience, she res
! cued the misused manuscript from tn
: waste basket, and there could be no pos
sible harm in reading this discarde,
story, she blUshed guiltily, nevertheless
when she heard Aunt Mile coming, an,
hastily thrust the sheets into the from
of her shirtwaist.
She had firmly resolved to go hom
that evening and finish some odds ant
ends of work before returning to Civ
herself I'D, for a time, to the delight o
being taken care of: but Aunt Mill
put her foot down on that-and Aun
+ Miles foot was one to crush thing
less frail than good resolutions. The oil
nurse could not let her Miss Lulu out o
her sight so soon. She cuddled and pet
ted her, combed her hair and helped he
. undress as she had the little EIoise o
other days. Finally she tucked her Il
p bed and blew out the light. The on
r thing she did not do was to allow tn
, girl who coveted half an hour alone il
: which to read the manuscript So it hap
, pened that when, after repeated prom
! ises to return. Eloise finally got ava
- the next morning, she carried 1t wit
! her still unread.
r The diEgy little room seemed unbear
! able when she got back to it again; sh
( wondered why she had never notice
% before that the bed occupied precisel
One-fOUrth Of the space. In the roor
70 just above, a baby was protestin
S against the burden Of life in a name
. denOting excellent lung power. The con
e trast TO the birds and flowers and
g above all, the quiet Of Mr.. Sydney
b. beautiful home, disheartened her. Sure
e ly her work would be more easily don
e there; she would only wait to read tn
{ story, pack a small valise, then bac
as fast as the trolley car would carr
her.
S Arranging the sheets in order, sh
gave a little anticipatory sigh Of con
] tentment, and yielding to the somewha
2 angular Establishments of her own chail
7 prepared to enjoy her stolen treat
+ When she finished the last page she wa
sitting bolt upright with an eager Iigh
in her gray eyes Eloise Garland was n
] mean judge and she knew that tn
pages she held in her hand were thei
I authors best work. Weak and wear
T from his long illness, with that lack O
J perception which men sometimes shoy
in judging their own productions, h
had thrown it aside; and she was fire