Evening journal., 1912-08-30

content himself VIII tue xiii Mho
didn't care to join the throng OF the
authors. adorers.
Darlington ignored so far as possible
the fact that he had been mistaken for
the author Of "Her Quick Recovery"
but Mt last when a lady asked him II
II was not delightful to be a literary
lion he affected surprise and declared
that far from being literary lion he
was but literary critic. 1t is possible
to create a false position that cannot
be easily shifted 10 true one. Every
woman at the hotel by this time had
been permitted to look upon Barring
ton as a Hon. and since none OF them
cared to be placed In the ridiculous
light OF having mistaken an ordinary
animal for the king OF beasts when
harrington denied the authorship OF
"Her Quick Recovery" they simply de-
clined to believe him.
He was somewhat staggered by this
view of the case. but since he had not
claimed to be a lion his conscience was
clear. Most men would have been very
much annoyed at not being able to
throw or an honor falsely bestowed
upon them, but Darlington had become
used to Il by this time. and since the
women would insist upon thrusting It
upon him what could he do more than
deny that It was due him2
One thing, and one only. in connec-
ton with the matter troubled him.
There was handsome girl whose opin-
ion OF literary excellence WIS much re-
spected by her companions for whom
harrington had conceived one OF those
quick, fierce passions that viii some
times infiame n man. This young lady.
Miss Butler. had originally been drawn
toward him from the fact that he was
a literary lion. After having been
openly charged with the authorship OF
''Her Quick Recovery" he had denied
II to her among others, but since the
authorship OF the book was every day
becoming more OF a mystery and the
author still keeping In hiding Miss But
Ter with others believed that Mr.. Bar.
rington had come to the seashore for
the express purpose OF getting out of
the way OF those who we're striving to
find him.
One day Darlington came TO the
friend who had introduced him much
distressed and made a conhdante OF
him. Darlington said that he had pro
posed to Miss Butler and she had ac-
cepted him He had denied to her. as
we'll as to others, that he was the 1T
erary lion he was supposed TO be. but
she had declined to believe him. The
matter had become serious. His future
happiness was at stake Something
must be done to correct the error al
once, for the longer Miss Butler wa,
permitted TO cherish the belief that sh,
had caught a lion the worse it would
be for harrington.
Il can disabuse the lady's mind Il
you like" said the philosopher.
"How?"
"By admitting that myself am tn,
author Of the novel"
: "You?" exclaimed harrington con
temptuously.
"Nes. l. And now | will tell you why
When / saw you reading my story Of
the train asked you If you CONSIDERS
Il worth reading. | was anxious q
get an ingenious opinion"
"What proof have you that you arr
what sou claim 10 beY'
The philosopher finally convinced
Darlington Of the truth OF his claim
whereupon the latter said:
1T is in your power 10 do me a greai
favor, Go to Miss Butler and assur,
her that you wrote the novel which
am accused Of having writton"
"AccusedY
Eyes. accused" harrington was dis
gruntled. Il told you on the traiI
that it is worthless. and / don't s.
back on what ] said"
The real author thereupon informe,
his friend that he might get out OF th
scrape as best he could.
Darlington apologized. and the au
thor sought Miss Butler with viey
to helping him out OF his unfortunat
position. The young lady heard hin
through, then sneeringly remarks
that she would never have taken hir
FOR one who could write such nobl
sentiments as appeared in the story
She dismissed him with the remar
that OF all the claimants for the an
thorship Of that book he would be th
last she would suspect Of having Pre-
duced Il.
, And her discrediting him was quit
enough for him From that day 10
ward he never attempted to make goo
, his claim. When other stories OF b
, appeared and certain persons saw
similarity between them and "H'
Quick Recovery" he simply allowed
grim smile to play about his lips an
kept his own counsel.
The real lion fell to Miss Edii
Crane.
! STILL PICKING STRAWBERRH