Arizona republican., 1910-05-01

him r.sssuringy. "1 rather think th. young lady left that you might have the bother of thanking her. It's awkward, this gratitude business
 Though he waited all the afternoon sh. did not And he could not discover her name, where unknown young lady with red hair had been staying. After three days of angry and iruitlcss seeking, Mcrwiu back to town Set ting down again to steady work not easy.
 II c got back 10 the business of writing his novel with stoid, dogged perseverance that was the utmost remove from enthusiasm. Each night, he read his days work. it seemed to him wholly unintcresting, Yet his tentative excursions 10 the houses of his friends tent him no inspiration II found them amazingly commonplace, well bred we'll groomcd with cordial liking for himself and his work-but somehow shorn in his eyes of the human interest which counts for the joy of companionship
 He wanted just one thing,--to discover the hiding place of his Lady of tho Sea. Yet he told himself great many times that he fool; that though she had saved his lite she cared nothing for him.
 And then ono morning. still thinking about her. and wondering what manner of she might he in her native atmosphere, and imagining the simplicity the dignity the perfection of her environ mcut, he upon her face to face behind the counter of huge white marble department siorci She shaking out pair of long white gloves preparatory to trying them the hand of seated before the counter and she met his amazed eyes the burning color her face like a flame, and her eyes fell. Then she looked at him again her head high. In response to his grave bow she gave curl nod and in another moment she was los, 10 him in the quiet and deft performance o her duties
 He went home m a fever ot ragc-rsge at hun seli. rage iIis with her air of distinction and for her extraordinary trade. and sick amaze ulent thai tue thing could be possible And vel tbe poet in him sco6ed al the notion that she any thing less aluring. less satisfying. than his nymph against background of blue sky and green water. He thought of his friends. of his stately, oldfssh iou.d mother, he remembered pretty, fsstidious Jessie Van Ness in her dignifed old New York en- vronment, and though he had loved her Jessie Van Ness gres, deal to him, not merely in herself but because oi what she represented in the conservative set which to Mcrwin the best thet modern city can show.
 Yet it was not Merwins mother nor Merwin $ friends who counted most in this struggle with his soul It was his own scorn he feared Hc had always recognized that there w,rtng forces in his nature, the imagination which reveis i;i tkc beautiful and the unhaokneyed wherever placed and that respect for the very mundane conclusions of his own kind, his class even of himself as he knew himself best in the moments when stories were not weaving themselves in his brain.
 Two weeks later at six o'clock Of sr October day, Fifth Avenue was black witii hurry;ns groups of young women swept suddenly from the doors of great building into the streams of pedestrians which throng one of the prouiest streets ir rhc world At the corner, a little beyond the sarsius of these eager young women. tall man waited and watched.
 At last came girl dressed severely in dark green Under her simple hat elearl Of brigh. hair show ed her face was pale, with tired lines about the tnoutr and shadows beneath the beautiful eyes Tn. man came forward eagerly, and the girl faced him half snsriiy, TO longer pale.
 "Mr. MerMinm