Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1910-02-01

into the hands Of a private inquiry
agent. He said he had personally In
terviewed the keeper of every regis
try office in London, but with no re-
suit
That summer we we're particularly
busy, and toward the autumn | de-
cided to spend a month by the sea
and combine business with pleasure
I chose Littlebourne and took with
me a large pile Of manuscripts to read.
1 discovered a retired nook In the
midst of some rocks half mile be-
yond the end of the front, and here
spent most afternoons. wading through
the MSS. One afternoon, when l was
exceedingly bored. suddenly became
conscious that a girl was seated on
some rocks about five yards away from
me-
Surely" / said to myself, Il know
that figure" In another moment the
blissful revelation came to me. 1t
was Joyce.
Miss Joyce" / cried.
your" she murmured. blushing Wis
IDLY.
"At last l have found you" / said.
"Do YOU know, l have been searching
everywhere l could think Of for you"
For a few seconds we stared at each
other. and in another moment we were
both laughing heartily.
TT is queer that we should meet
down here like this. Are you holiday
making?"
yes" 1 replied; "and your"
"Oh, am IN q situation down here
now"
whereabouts? 1 asked.
"I'm afraid I cant tell you,'' she
answered,
mo, suppose not" 1 mottered, "it
was through me you lost your last
situation"
"Oh, that didn't matter" she said.
81 was going to leave shortly"
Nov look here. we'll make a bar
gain" / cried. Il won't try to find
out where you ara now employed If
you will promise to meet me occa-
sionally."
ooh, but you are a gentleman and
1 am only parlor maid. We are too
far apart to be friends.
Not at ALL" I cried. What do
petty distinctions like that matter?"
am not going to recite the details
of our excursion on the following day.
This was but the first of several and
In this manner a fortnight passed rap
idly away. | must confess that my
work suffered, but l did not trouble
about that / tried to make up for 1t
by slamming into my reading when
did not see Joyce She manifested
interest in my work and l often told
her of the stuff l was reading.
One afternoon we rambled away
along the cliffs.
Il ran through $4,000 words this
morning" l said. 1T was a novel,
and Its title was Vanity"
YES" she replied. WAS It ANY
good?"
Not the slightest" I replied.
What was the authors manner" she
asked.
Arthur Lester" l replied
There was silence for q few minutes.
Suddenly looking up. l saw my COM
panion's eyes were filed with tears.
"Joycei" l cried, snxiously. Joyce.
what is the matter?"
"Oh. nothing much" she murmured
brokenly.
There Is a greal deal the matter
I said. Tell me-what Is it?"
For a moment she hesitated, then
her head dropped.
TT am Arthur Lester she muir
INJURED.
Joyce" whispered Joyce. dear,
am so sorry. had no idea"
II ought to have told you" she
murmured. though she did not draw
herself away from me. Il thought 81
would be such surprise for you. fer
/ thought 1t would be accepted. That
was why was s parlor maid. As you
viii remember. I described some old
maids In my book. and in order to get
an intimate knowledge OF them / OBJ
tained . position at The Lindens. /
am staying now with my aunt. who Is
an invalid. That is the service I re-
ferred to that am in down here"
How splendid OF you." cried.
What you must have gone through
for the sake of your book
But IL wasc'l any good" she re
piled.
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