Connecticut western news., 1910-01-06

well, she said to herself one morn ing as she looked into his empty room, hes been gone just week I don't know whether i'd rather have him come back or stay away. Anyway, I'm q silly goose"
 She went res0lutely back to her desk and sat down before the pile of let terS and manuscripts addressed to 'Mr Dunn."
 Among them were d few letters for herself She put these aside and tac- kled the manuscript first. After a couple of hours reading she had two piles. one labeled Rejected" and one labeled Accepted" Between them was a long envelope.
 I'm not sure about that one," thought Helen. She reread the brief note accompanying the manuscript. "'I'lcase wire if you dc not find it available. l have a duplicate. and I think l cnr place it here We'll" she adIeI to herself. I'll think about it while I read my own letters, and then I'll wire"
 She began mechanically to read and file EC" ,>iu mail-recipcS. fashion notes. iEIu.H;pS and rcqucsts-the same kid Of thing that ,Nulr every day. SU denly sbp stared as she hurriedly toe open ra envelope bearing MT. Eu-n'; hant writing.
 nhdt ca: lie be writing to ne for. I :2.:~t have inu;le some absurd blum der about ttUry, but 1 don't see how he'd know yet"
 AS she reat the letter her eyes spar kled and her ch&el,s glOwed with pleas ure.
 II have oflep thought of telling yOu," said the laHt paragraph, but l always felt that il would be unfair to let you know. for of course l know that you rcgdf mn simply aS a busi- ness associate, aud 1 know also that you would not want to work with an editor you knew wanted to marry you. So you leave th-, Sta, and I'd be alone.
 'SOmethiug, that fast night when I came to say 'go"dby, gave me an idea perhaps you did care, after all. Any way 1 must know. and if you don't can go west to paper that has made me an offer out there
 That's what 1 came here to see about. It may seem sirange-I've wait ed so long. but now I'm impatient. Please wire me-just q word or two, so that may know"
 Dear, stupid, dignitJed JOhn.' smil- ed Helen to herself after she had read the letter through again. Jimmie" bn nolIaI .sr,Iaocn Tir1T1ia nOYe,a hnra 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 telegrams, and when in the course of three-quarters of an hour they were done she again called the faithful Jimmie.
 Here, Jimmie," she said. Il want these two telegrams sent right off. 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, "GId this ones to MT. Dunn" Then Lelcl 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 "j's" and "d's" instead of looking for missing words and misplaced letters. And she found it much easier to draw plans of vii siOnary cottages surrounded by shad- owy gardens than to dispose of the manuscript before her.
 T don't care," she thought as she heard the neighboring church bells chime out o'clock. "I'll 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 1 can write again, and-Oh!'
 Helen stopped suddenly as the door opened. BreathleSS from running up- stairs, mystifcation and uncertainty in his kind eyes, John Dunn burst into the room. Helen started impul- sively toward him, but when she saw the look il his eyes she hesitated.
 'Why-what's the matter?" she eX- claimed.
 "Helen-Miss Bradley" he said, "I came to see-I don't understand-your answer"
 Didn't you get my message-a tele- gram?" demanded Helen, as mystitied in her turn as John.
 John held q little slip of yellow pa per out to her. Cannot accept" it said. Not 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. Its Jimmie. He sent you the N--ong mes sage. That's what you told me to say-it's for man who sent in an article I didn't want. Pm afraid we'll