The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-12-11

with a beautiful face. But your srosy.
Miss electromagnetic stuff--we're go
watch bugiIy. Max, you better kick
And ia the silence she discovered
again that the artist had stopped to
watch her and his ironicaI smile, was
gone. Presently she heard him mutter
and resume work, but ave and again
= "Got p Max Soins.s ' d nsE the Sun
day editor, and they don't pass bad
ones on Max. And the chaps who
picked N picture, Miss Lindstrorn,
out OF all that bunch-thousands and
thousands OF 'em--why, they're no
slouches either. There was Pixley OF
the Art Institute, and Martineau who
has charge OF the Philadelphia collec-
ton. and Benny Booth, who does that
girl stuff for the syndicate. Three
guys who ought to know. And they
picked you!"' s,a.,
She sighed lu~xuriantly and said
nothing. Wiley was aghast at all this
~complacence. He followed her eyes,,
which were fixed on the morning peace
of the court house lawn under the
naples. Up the bluff she heard the
bob-whites calling, and the CLEAN Of q
doves wing came before the window.
The most beautiful woman!
One does not easily grasp 1t. II one
has lived an obscure life OF common
duties In a gray little world; at times
hungry. chilled. hurt with rebuff, un-
dershot with sadness. One may wander
the world striving for gain or, fame,
dig for treasure, grow old, dim-eyed,
seeking applause, admiration, love
but here, at once, without asking, seek
ing nothing, knowing nothing, the jim
naa had emma and hTsnEnn the mn ptN
vase at her feet!
She sighed again her luxurious peace.
The garrulous Sunday editors voice
came family through her, dream.
When you come to Chicago the paper
will entertain you. The old man him
a special wire as to what Max thought
Of you. When you get some clothes
er-Miss-Miss--" ~.--s |f.,5& d.. q
mot a Bit" ~retorted Max. '.It would
be o sin to put anything on her. Look
at her! In the conference.-the naples
on the bluff beyond her--the sun on
that sumac! That little gown, the cir
clet In her hair, the ~flower--good God,
girl, did you get yourself up for this?"
She smiled complacently. "They make
fun Of me-" she murmured, and Max
growled an unintenigible anathema on
3 Rome, La.
And while she sat there with he eyes
of the silent men upon her, o step
sounded upon the sidewalk. Harlan
came past Her face rigid when he
saw her. He appeared about to swing
into the News office in his old genial
fashion to see Wiley. Then he met
Aurelie's blank gaze M gazed as
blankly at her. She saw his big sensi-
tive rose CULVER. he started furiously
at Max and his work, SO ~furiously that
she was frightened and tried to speak
IN him pT1f 1tar UntNA 20 tlad har n~A
Harlan, looking NOW at her, spoke
doggedly,
Into thds7"
"+This abominable contest--going to
have your picture In and all the stuff
printed about you'll"
+ He was mad with despair, II seemed;
he almost leaped in the doorway. you
shan't!" he roared. "
YES, I shalt" She looked fxedly at
him. II just made up my mind. I'm
just going in for everything and be
somebody"
The young man stared at her. Then
he whirled about, looked at her from
h sidewalk and went on without
swe And Aurelie turned a pale
face back to Max and tried to smile.
Who" said the Sunday editor, sis
that damned fool?"
Wiley mumbled awkwardly. Judges
son. best family. Sort dwell,
gone on her"
Good DOPE" commented the news
paper man laconically. Got his picture
about your shop? Heart interest and
all that sort Of thing--big as a house!
Get Us a come-on story to follow Thurs
day" ''
.Aurelie stared at him. The she Jump
ed down and walked before the Sunday
sup man and shook her fist under his
nose. His picture in the paper? If
you ever do that, I'll go to Chicago and
tear up every paper in your old SHOP"
And turning around she walked out
and up High street with the air of an
empress.
well, I'm jiggled!" murmured the
Sunday editor. "Help!"
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