Arizona republican., 1910-04-25

short and mopping his forehead
 In the corner of the balcony young Aurora lay among the red cushions. She sprang up With glow ing color She was radiant
 "Is it not rather sudden, Aurora?"
 "Oh, no aunt-six weeks There was touch of condescension about Aurora She was trying to explain the A B of love to backward old child.
 Just think; he said" and the pretty color flushed to her bright eyes, that was his inspiration Miss Penrose closed eye and examined her canvas And yet you remember you said commonplace. l told him that you said was commonplace, and Aurora poued
 at least great respect for my-nlnd. He will re- member that remark.
 It was then that he said l his inspiration" Aurora cried trumR hantly while Miss Penrose scraped her palette
 Then see that you attend strictly to busin ;s and she made rasping sound with her knife, Ter tine poem he read last night was simply atrocious'
 "Oh aunt. how youp' Miss Penrose paced the studio triumphanty jingng the keys in her apron pockets "I shall certainly tell him what you said.
 Tell him, by all means!
 And poets so sensitive, and wanted him to look up you hke-a son.
 Miss Penrosc stopped suddenly before her niece Aurora. will draw the line there. Roger Lythgoe is five years older than am, and don't propose to Marry him by all means-but ii you value his reputa- ton don't be his inspiration Come to think oi it, what are you ms.sylGs him od for anyhow sb. answering question she had often asked herself. Besides, he adores and never cared for young men, used to learn his poems by heart at school the girls raved over them It will be such fun going back to visit iii them he Mrs RSfer kysof shall -,1O' l shall go out great dea for shall help him all l can Roger-to think that l shall call him Roger1means to stop over in SP5ingheld to see father. He is going tomorrow We shall be married in the spring" and Aurora blushed and spsrkled But wish he didn't live in California. l hate tc write. He says he'll need my letters for inspiration Of course he tells me everything now, and it that someone has been writing him the heavenlest letters these last two years H. k-- 4. 11f himself and fell in love with mnd-fancy! But, of course, this is the end now; it wouldn't do for him to raise false hopes"
 T do wish he were as tall as am" Aurora con- fessed uneasy the girls at school are such ones to notice"
 Leave him at home You have his name and you can take his autographs"
 Aunt Aurora, l sometimes think you very sarcastic Roger does; He says that you are not sadder-more poetic.
 Did he, indeed9"
 He thinks you are little unfeeing but he did say that you don't show it in your work, and that your illustrations to his poems two years ago much more beautiful than the poems. He is SO very soft. But he was little disappointed"
 Was he% and Miss Penrose recovered herself. M was @ b: and sdJy.S ySu bssr tell him sol The next day Aurora paced the railway platform beside her poet. It was dingy, dirty place with overwhelming aroma of decayed fruit and coal dust; the last place for the parting of lovers. Aurora wished that everybody could know how distinguished he was, tor she was conscious that he was rather short
 Roger Lythgoe drew Aurora behind protecting baggage truck. Write every day, my darling! am moody man, and for my work and happiness shall need the hope and the faith in myself that only love brings. 1 am ashamed of my folly. but can't tell you what those letters were to me these What shall expect from you. my life. my love, my hope of Heaven!" He crushed her fingers in a passionate clasp. "Gcd bless you. my darling good by" and he pressed her hand to his lips and himself away.
 She stood there watching the train and rubbing her hands
 , He thrust his head out tof the window and the sunlight was reflected from his spectaces and made his white hair ghsten. choly-she felt she ought to. IL of the handsome yonng men in tennis aanneis po.p, ,Le M Miss Pe9rose he said , smiling an, am you weren't in"
 q have been much engaged lately Aurora said with elderly affability.
 Yes. with that old gentleman"
 That gentleman" and, she ignored the, offensive adjective, "is Mr. Roger Lythgoe-Roger fLythgoe. the po:;-"
 By love. ycu don't say so' I remember, learning his pieces by heart when was quite little shaver. s Kose1 khos But ..y will you play tennis this afternoon" . Yes w;ll play she s.iG. very :oheriy tobal.nee he strolled home besdethe
 Her aunt was on the balcony; the.e.wss a, ,dreary look in her blue eyes and she sxhed The slam of
 
 then Aurora burst into the room bRestiesss ani eager The young man was patiently waiting dO+A- stairs.
 And so your dear poet has gone, ,my child land she drew her toward her, And wiat will youN do now? You must not cry your pretty eyss,out."
 l am going to play tennis wit& the Mertops , That's what came to tell you."-Aurnea was breath less-Mr Merton is waiting belowsS and she gone like flash v
 Miss Penrose looked down ,asamtat t,e,rver It was so peaceful SO beautiful, but pEett,ktle naph na launch broke the silence and dscoOasdSabout ousiy.
 To come on the wings of love and3 tor.e in a She took package of letters irom5 under the red cushion. Shall I send them bscka No, he will be conceited enough to rejoice because kept them. from soul to a soul and both souls are dead Oh. foolish poet. am afraid you will find that it would have been better to have loved an ,old !mId."