The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1910-02-10

SDlela was ptlpleAeu' ohS iN"NNN
her elbows on the table among the
loose sheets Of manuscript, and her
chin in her hands and, staring out
at the gray sky, tried to think how
young man should propose.
Suddenly she had an idea
Being by nature as Irish as her
name and eyes, she was impulsive, and
choosing clean sheet of paper she
dashed off the following letter:
Dear Marston--How does a young
man propose at all? In a letter, mind
No getting off with glances and half
words. want letter from an ordin-
airy nice young Engishman, my hero,
to my heroine, asking her to marry
him. My Imagination evidently rails
to supply a correct letter, for the edi-
tor of The Crescent (oh, Marston,
think of me appearing in The Cres'
cent well, he writes that he likes
short story Of mine very much, and
be thinks the plot original, but that
fail in depicting the hero's love for
the heroine, more especially in the let
ter he writes to her to ask her TO
marry him.
Nov, | have an inspiration, Mars
ton, could you write a proposal for
me? Just as you think you would
write to any one you wanted to marry
You see, you're a man, and would
know what to say, at any rate, better
Man should; so you will help me,
won't you? Yours,
"SHEILA DESMOND"
She posted it then and there.
The next afternoon when she re-
turned to the rooms she shared with a
fellow-writer she found his answer
waiting for her. She pounced on it
delightfully."-,
It ran thus:
MY Dear Sheila--After all I'm go
ing to write it. I've tried so often to
say ii, and | never can screw up my
courage. | want to ask you If you'd
be my wife. | know you've never
thought Of me like that, and you're
heaps TOO good for me, but love you
so I'd have to make you happy. I'd
give my whole life to that Won't you
try and care for me a little, dear?
YOU'RE Just the world to me-eyery'
things meaningless without you.
Forgive me If I've startled you,
dear I'm but clumsy brute anyway,
"MARSTON HUGHES"
Marion, her friend, looked up from
her letters first.
"Well,' she said, will it do?'
sheilas head was still down, bent
over the sheet of smudged note-paper
Yes" she said, slowly, 1T will do,
l must write and thank him this even
ing"
That evening Sheila dashed off
note
Dear Marston-Thanks for letter,
I'm quite sorry for you--you do it so
well! But It will do beautifully for
the hero in my story. could never
nave written one like it myself.
uld not know you had so much clio.
quence Pm sure it's be compensa.
uon for your trouble when you see
your letter in Molly, the Maid in
Inc Crescent! Yours sincerely;
"SHIELA DESMOND"
Sheila flung down her pen with an
inpatient sigh.
Cant you get on?" Marion asked,
alphabetically.
No. Marian; will you come and
See me when I'm in the workhouse|
Yes, dear, and bring you a bun in a
paper bag"
aren't you mixing me up with the
Veprs at the zoo?"
Narlan eyed her thoughtfully.
IT'S a pity you don't try to get on
win that other story-Molly, the
maid she said. you know the edi-
VT OF The Crescent" will forget you
ltS over three weeks since he sent
your story back for you to alter"
/ think I'll go out" said Shiela, in
consequently.
Marian's eyebrows rose little. She
ted out at the thin drizzle of rain
sailing from heavy gray skies.
Deautiful day for walk" she said
Oneila went forth into the drizzle