Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1910-01-06

| while / read my own letters, ana Ihen
| I'll wire
She began mechanically TO read and
| file her own mail-recipes. fashion
notes, inquiries and requests-the same
kind of thing that came every day.
| Suddenly she stared as she hurriedly
| tore open an envelope bearing MIR.
| Dunn's handwriting.
What can he be writing 10 me for.
i must have made some absurd blum
| der about a story. but don't see how
| he'd know yet.
AS she read the letter her eyes spar
| kled and her cheeks glowed with pleas
ure.
81 have often thought of telling
you," said the last paragraph. but
always felt that it would be unfair TO
| let you know, for of course ! know
| that you regard me simply as bust
ness associate. and ! know also that
| you would not want TO work with an
editor you knew wanted to marry you.
So you leave the Star. and I'd be alone.
Something, that last night when |
came to say 'goodby,' gave me an idea
perhaps you did care. after all Any
way / must know. and If you don't |
can go west to a paper that has made
me an offer out there.
That's what | came here to see
about. 1t may seem strange-Pve wait
ed so long. but now I'm impatient.
Please wire me-tust word or two. so
that / may know"
Dear. stupid. dignified Johnp' smil
ed Helen to herself after she had read
the letter through again. Jimmie"
she called-"please. Jimmie. come here.
Do you think that you could send
away any one who comes to see me in
the next hour? You see. I-well. you
see, I Just don't want to be bothered
And, oh, Jimmie, please bring me two
telegraph blanks"
"Sure, Miss Bradley" said Jimmie.
good nature from the tip OF his snub-
by, freckled nose to the tips of his
stubby boots.
Then Helen settled herself TO the
composition Of two kilograms, and |
when In the course of three-quarters
of an hour they were done she again |
called the faithful Jimmie.
Here, Jimmie she said. 81 want |
these two kilograms sent right of. |
This ones to go to this man." and she |
handed him a slip of paper containing |
the name and address of the owner of |
the doubtful manuscript, land this |
ones to Mr. Dunn" Then Helen put |
the doubtful manuscript in the pile |
labeled Rejected"
The next day passed quickly, and In
her excitement and happiness Helen's
work piled up on her desk. When she
tried to read proof she found herself
absently counting the is" and DIS
instead of looking for missing words
and misplaced letters. And she found
it much easier to draw plans Of vi
sionary cottages surrounded by shad-
owy gardens than to dispose of the
manuscript before her.
81 don't care" she thought as she
heard the neighboring church bells
chime out o'clock. IN quiet down
now and stay until or so and finish
everything up. Let me see-he must
have got my telegram today. and to-
night maybe he'll write, and I'll get
his letter tomorrow, and then / can
write again. and-ohr
Helen stopped suddenly as the door
opened. Breathless from running up
stairs, mysti6cation and uncertainty
in his kind eyes, John Dunn burst
into the room. Helen started impul-
sively toward him. but when she saw
the look in his eyes she hesitated.
"Why-what's the matter?" she ex-
claimed.
"Helen-Miss Bradley" be said. ST
came to see-I don't understand-your
answer"
Didn't you get my message-a tele-
gram?" demanded Helen, as mystified
in her turn as John.
John held little slip Of yellow pa
per out to her. Cannot accept" It
said mot enough human interest.
Needs more personal appeal" Then
Helen laughed as she gave the slip Of
paper In her hands to the still uncom-
Sunday editor
Don't you see?" she said. IT'S
Jimmie. He sent you the wrong mes
sage. That's what you told me TO
say-it's for a man who sent In an
article I didn't want. I'm afraid Wen
have to take the consequences and
patch up the story. for. you see, he's
got your answer, and that says ,
Accepted But, John"-Helen smiled
up at him-"I shouldn't mind a little
more personal appeal"
The personal appeal was made then
and there. Fortunately there was no ,
one present to witness the fervor with
which such an appeal should be made.
so the fervor was forthcoming. John
said afterward that he rolled of three
or four columns of 1t. but his wife de-
clares there wasn't more than stick
full Anyway the matter was settled
to both parties. and they
are now one happy couple.
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