The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-11-02
F anne in
Pursuit

pany's building with quick, springing
steps. He had much to think of in
his half-hour walk to the station OF
his suburban train. If his story in a
current magazine had been a surprise
to his friends, 1t had been, In way
none the less one to himself. 1t was
not remarkable that-the story should
be one of finance; his position with
the trust company gave him a knowl-
edge of the theme and an acquaint-
ance of many men.
A man back of him touched his
shoulder.
How are you, Faltoh?"
John swung around and caught the
mans hand.
You, Seabury? Well, this is good.
didn't know that you were at home"
I've just come in. Ah-does this
In here mean you Falton?" He tapped
significantly magazine under his
arm.
John nodded with little embar-
rassment. what do you think of 1t,
Seabury?"
"Great, as a story. But-er-a bit
too much from life, Falton. Looks as
though you'd taken 1t from-er-that
cotton deal"
That's nonsense, Seabury. Your
cotton deal was wholly legitimate,
wasn't It? And l did not know enough
about it to write 1t up. The story is
nction"
John entered the station with an in
describable irritation coursing through
his veins. IT didn't know that Sea-
bury could be SO foolish" he NUT
tered.
His train did not go out for five
minutes, 30 he made no attempt to
pass the man who stepped out Of the
crowd to speak to him.
Hello, Falton, so you've been scrib-
bling, I see"
"A little" John admitted. He tried
to forget Seabury and to act natural
ly. "Have you read it,"
20, yes; very good. very good. in
deed, but just-er-just err. YOU
didn't-have any particular person in
mind?"
1T was creation, pure and sim
PIC, JOhhs Lou SOuiu Va
ly expect me to write of finance as I
would of engineering, thing know
nothing about7"
20, no. of course not. You have
quite a gift-no doubt-no doubt of
It, Falton."
Excuse me-" Said John, I'll miss
my train"
But his fame still pursued. AS the
train pulled out a fellow-townsman
settled himself beside John.
'Well, Falton, you've been roasting
'em, Ell? suppose you've known Of
more than one deal of that sort?"
''None at ALL" snapped John.
20, I thought you'd taken II from
something that you'd got on to-"
tits a story, fiction, every word"
Forty minutes later John closed the
door of bis home with sigh Of re-
lief. Mother" he called, and she
came hurrying to him.
20, John, I've so much to tell you.
First, Mrs. Elswood came here this
morning. She was SO surprised, John.
But she thinks the story" ~
Mother" he interrupted, 'let us
have dinner and not the story. Do
you know, honey, I'm a~bit tired of It,"
20, suppose you've heard moth
ing else all day, poor boy. Well, IL
you will be so clever, you must tal,e
the consequence. But come, I'll say
not another word about 1t until you
are rested. Maggie has the loveliest
surprise for dessert"
John had just finished the surprise
when the doorbell rang. Maggie show
ed the man into the little room where
John sometimes smoked and wrote,
and John held Stanton Wilson's card
in his hand when he entered the room.
He had known Wilson at college.
Their paths had crossed more than
once since, but the men had never
been friends.
"You are surprised. Wilson said,
coming forward, "and beg your par
don for the intrusion"
mot at all, not at ALL" said John.
His offer Of chair seemed to escape
Wilson
81 felt as though / must see you"
began Wilson, "and I didn't wish to
go to your office. wanted to see you
here and tell you what you've done
for me-"
Falton looked at him inquiringly. II
what have done?"
"Your story-you know. / read It
last night and didn't attempt to go
to bed. just thought OF things all
night"
my story" gasped John. Then
he added In rebellion: Patience, man,
but you're lawyer"
"YG5-I know that am lawyer,
but what difference does 1t make what
q man Is doing IL he's on the crooked
or course, I know you didn't have me
in mind-probably had no one In
mind, but something In that story was
like a mirror to me. I've never real
ICED what was coming to before.
You've stopped me just in time. Now,
I've only time to shake your hand, II
you will let me, and catch the train
to the city"
Falton laughed lightly, but he
squared his shoulders. You're put