Arizona republican., 1910-04-25

SVes inc great Roger Lythgoe" Miss Penrose took the letter, but she looked aosently at the gIl Aurora, if could have wish fulfilled II wouio be 10 be you-to look like you.
 But aunt deary think of your mind and mine 1 am commonplace
 T know it, and Miss Penrose opened her letter Young Aurora had modest op'nion of her own n'lio she acqulesced. . , Aunt Aurora, how I should like to see him! real poet.
 Well he threatens to come" and Miss Penrose drowned. . "Oh, how beautiful" Then Aurora's face fell But he wouldn't notice me.
 .I don't know-vou never can tell' and the fine down lines on Miss Penrose's mouth stood sharply out
 What is he hke2"
 q him.
 Never him.!
 He came once two years ago. but l had gone away"
 And he was SO disappointed that he forgot to pay the hackman," and Aurora laughed. How want to see him-but I'd have no chance with you about poor commonplace me- The wind was hutterlng the skirt of her white gown and red gauge scarf she had tied about her dusky hair. She was wonderfully pretty.
 But tell me- aunt what is Mir Lythgoe like"
 He writes that he Is the homeliest man ever made Are you preparing fall in love with him, Aurora 2, Miss Penrose laughed, but there was sharp ring in her voice.
 Miss Penrose sat at her desk writing and Aurora watered the plants She put each on the windows and deluged it most unrefectingy. The house vbrated Is the old church across the way boomed the hour -
 If you wish to respect time. have it measured off said Miss Penrose 'The bell says an hour is dead ii will come back again.
 Who cares" said young Aurora.
 Wat till the hours grow scarce"
 When m as old as you perhaps Miss Fen winced.
 You not commonplace Aurora; you have a way of putting things.
 Aurora was glad that her distinguished aunt did not consider her commonplace, and she watered the flowers with renewed enthusiasm. when up from the street there came deep growl and Aurora thrust gasp of frightened amusement. I poured the water right on his head" she gasped; such funny little man-look at him" The victim below was moppng his hat and face Il believe he is rooted to the spot-why doesn't he go away!
 Miss Penrose looked through the ivy trellis. The victim of the watering pot was still looking up, his the afternoon sun. "Child, think you have really made conquest
 That old thing" and Aurora flung herself into a chair and laughed hyterically, just as the door bell gave sharp peal.
 Hes angry, and he's come to" and Aurora turned pale.
 My dear, if you will pour water over elderly gentlemen, you must take the consequences, and Miss Penrose reueated. laughing just as the hall door opened and the little ma,d-servant usheIsd in short stout elderly man, whose gray beard lay on his portly breast as on saver Aurora rose and stared apprenensively at her victim.
 "Aurora he cried passionately. and took her long, slim fingers in his At last."
 Aurora stared at him with frightened brown eyes. T knew you at once, he sad.
 
 When saw your beautiful face among the flowers Aurora recovered herself and smiled. He might be insane but he certainly civil T knew must be Aurora Penrose-this the face of my dreams. But why" he cried responsibility, why did you per sist in maligning yourself: plexiy, If ask who you are:"
 He turned quite pale. Gan you not guess" he faltersd Did l not prepare you to see the uglisst man God made. and did you not say it the man and not the face?"
 "Oh dear me. l am afraid this is all dreadful mistaken "A mistake? How is that possible' Surely you are Aurora Penrose:"
 "Yes l am Aurora Penrose-"
 God be praised!
 But is my aunt"
 He sank upon the nearest chair and Aurora fingered, her hand on the door-knob. She sorry for him. ste knew the dsillusion in store for him. Who shall say?' she asked gently
 Roger Lythgoe'
 Young Aurora gasped. She looked at him as at a quite beautiful behind the gold spectacles. As for the great poet he vouchsafed her not another glance. but bent all her energies to rubbing the nap of hs ruined hat. He still at it when Miss Pen rose came n and for moment they stood and looked at each other in silence.
 Do you find me disappointing3" Miss Penrose asked abruptly Let me rather ask Do you frd ne so,"
 They looked at each other again and neither spoke. Then they both blushed. Her last letter he aiway. carried in his breast pocket and its touch mad made him Quiver--how often he had kissed the fine. clear writing His forehead grew damp at the mere remembrance, and somehow he could not see himself in future carrying about the corresponderce of this elderly lady. As for Miss Penrose. she remembered with kind of horror the long evenings she had dreamed away on her balcony. his letter her only companion. reading the passionate utterances of the she had never
 It was Miss Penrose who first recovered herself. 50 after two years at last the poet" she said, politely
 And the distinguished artist" he added. with a forced smile. Your pictures arc poems without words; mine needless"
 q had just sent you letter begging you not to come" she exclaimed abruptly.
 Why"
 "I don't know. but I right"
 Mir. Lythgoe had fought gallant right and was covering his equanmity. And this is the room you have we'll described to me- and he looked curious ly about. How often have longed to be here and in its peace and silence to read to you first of all the world. what had written"
 Would she expect him explain extravagant p: sases in his eorr.spondeness Ii would be very em