The Hartford republican., 1913-07-25
Her SEVENTH ANSWER
BY FRANK n. MELoON.

among dozens OF cushions done in
colors to the rainbow unknown. There
was a writing desk Of odd design in
one corner, and desk from the
depths of which q much-used type
writer was apt to half emerge, like a
Jack.in-the-box, II one walked about
with a heavy step. There was the US
ual array OF brass articles used for
ornamentation.
Now" she went on. "vory much
Of what I've been able to do has been
owing to your kindness. OF course
l thank you. Robert"
II shall receive my reward some
day" reminded her.
80 the Good Book says"
"Oh. l am speaking Of temporal
things"
Your mind should be above them."
she admonished.
You are as near an approach to
divinity as l care for at present" l
insisted.
You should be ashamed to say 90.
What 10 any one Of us after all?
What are our little loves. our half
formed fancies but things Of day
shadows that cross the face of the
great sun Of fame?"
But my love is not a little love.
neither 10 II the thing Of . day." l
contradicted, hotly.
Edith blusled.
You think"
Il know" -
VERY well." this with resignation.
On the table lay q sheet Of Edith's
work, done In a masculine chiro-
graphy popular of late years.
What ,is this map of?I asked,
innocently.
Its not q map. It's the start Of q
story"
Where's the rest of it,"
"Oh, haven't thought it all out
yet" with a sigh.
DO you know what the title is to
be?"
81 haven't decided on one"
"Will you let me suggest title for
it," ,
But you don't know what the story
Is about"
is there any connection" asked
meekly. between a story and its
| title?" w
Certainly" shifted Edith. indig
nantly.
Then there's missing link te
! some" l. declared.
I, Those are by inferior authors"
ITO change the subject. have yo'
sold any stories of late?" l asked.
mo, Robert, you are more partia
to me than the editors are"
"Confound them; I've half mint
to call on two or three Of them ant
let 'em know what / think Of thei
Judgment" l exclaimed. viciously.
IF Il can't win by, merit, l don
want to win." she declared stoutly.
Edith" l asked, tenderly. "wA.
couldn't you write just the same afte
we were married."
"Of all the impudence! I've no
said we were going to be yet. have l
And, besides, marriage is said to b.
an impedfment to literary career"
"Aren' y so-and-so married." asked
naming over half dozen Of the best
known feminine authors Of the day
/ didn't know whether they were o
not, but spun them OF at random.
Il suppose So" she admitted. doubt
fully,
pursued my unscrupulously game
advantage.
For the seventh time, Edith.
warned. Il am going to ask you t
marry me-" &r
And for the seventh time" sh
began, mockingly.
Now, Edith" interposed. II al
only human and l can't 60 on thi
way forever. l have here"-and
showed II to her-"a ticket to Havans
Shall l buy another. go alone Y
morrow"
Edith looked me squarely In tn
face. Her own was rather white. Sh
hesitated,
THE seventh time." said Quietl!
taking up my hat. That was tn
title was going to suggest for you
story" ::
There was long silence. Edith
face was half averted. but what
could see led me to hope.
You are going" she asked In
voice intended to be quite steady, b.
still looking away from me.
III you tell me to-" replied.
Another silence.
Cant you get the tickets for
week from tomorrow" she asked
And that was Edith's seventh a
swer.
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