Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1912-03-01

heaven. was a place where mar
rlages We're made. Some OF them
We're happy. And many occurred as
scheduled by the lady. Others did
not.
Fairlie Trent, a little pale, but
quantity lovely, had just dispensed tea
IN her studio while her friends--and
others-viewed her winters work. 1t
had been a hard winters work, fruit
full. and with picture hung in the
salon But Fairlie was dispirited. She
did not like teas.
John Carter was one of her guests.
They had studied together. but he.
her elder, was some laps ahead She
called him the "pacemaker." he
praised her. but also criticised mer-
ctlessly and helpfully.
He had come to the tea with Kittie
Morse. and was now leaving with her.
This fact gave Mrs. Towne an idea.
She looked after the two from the
window, and then came to take her
leave of Fairlie, gurgling and chat
tering. The girl heard her talk at
the door to old Peter Terriss.
John Carter hasn't eyes to see
that Kittie Morse is Wild about him,
Her money and position would do
wonders for him. 1t would be saliva
tion-give him travel and chance
to study abroad. He could quit do
ing pot-boilers." Her fine magma
ton helped her along the road of con-
versatfon. She continued warmly:
Besides. am convinced that he cares
for her, but won't WOO her because OF
his foolish constituencies about her
money. And 1t would keep him from
marrying some poor girl--he is the
sort that Is bound to be in love with
somebody, and that would spell sim
ply disaster! And" She interrupt.
ed herself to wave fat little gloved
hand at Fairlie and was gone. She
was the last OF them, and Fairlie shut
the door and locked It almost savage.
ly.
Then she did queer thing. She
put her hands over her eyes and
stood erect and stiff against the
door After that she walked slowly
over to the hearth where a fire still
smoldered, poked the Goals aimlessly
a moment and then threw herself
down full length on the rug. hid her
face in her arms and cried. The dusk
Of the March evening came down and
/ Enclosed her, but she did not stir un.
til some one knocked and kept knock
ing. Then she asked who was there
John Carter! Let me in, Fairlei'
Go away!" she called Il am tirec
to death. won't let you In" He
parleyed a little, pleading that she
needed walk. that at least she
should go that evening to the theateI
with him. But she was obdurate. he
went away.
Then Mrs. Jerry began to help. she
gave parties and invited Kittte and
made John Carter take her home She
always threw them together And
she did It with the skill and delicacy
of long practice. II did not occur to
the young man what was being done
to him. But Fairlie saw. And she
knew that the little matron was right
III a AGW thAASo- IOl-DOlliDE
were stultifying. She had done it IN
I'll she was heart-sick She had worked
until she ached, soul and body, when
a little money-so little--would have
freed her to do the good work OF
which she was capable. She was at
last getting recognition, but it was
like ashes in her mouth. The Joy was
out of IT,
Fairlie knew that John Carter, also
just making good, had suffered also
She knew better than anybody. lie
had told no one else. He knew she
would understand She was his com
rade. But wife was, of course, what
he needed It was bound to come.
And Kittie was pathetically In love
with him. Falrie shut herself up and
worked harder than ever.
The late fall, the early winter
passed, and something new came
over Fairlie that made her world
wonder She came out of her she'll
Once 1t had taken coaxing TO make
her accept invitations. All at once
she was seen everywhere. She sold
picture or two to rich people she
met. she bought a few stunning
gowns. Her quaint little figure. her
black hair and Irish blue eyes made
her noticeable anywhere No gayety
was too gay. no hour too late And
she worked also-no one could see
how. She grew thin. but more bril-
liant.
With all this she kept her old cir
Gle of intimate friends at sort OF
distance. she was friendly enough.
but never to be seen for three min.
utes together. The busy; go away!"
card was on her door, or she was out
at some festiyity. John Carter al
most never saw her, and though he
went where she went, she managed
never to give him a word Thus. by
grace of circumstances-an Mrs.
Jerry Towne-Kittie was somehow
constantly in his company.
1t was along in early spring that
Carter, taking stock with himself.
realized that he was becoming a mere
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