Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1913-12-11

with q beautiful face. But your story.
Miss Lindstrom-great stuff-we're go
Ing to flash 1t big" He looked at his
watch busily. Max, you better kick
in hard
And in the silence she discovered
again that the artist had stopped to
watch her and his ironical smile was
gone. Presently she heard him mutter
and resume work, but ever and again
he stopped to study her dreamily.
Got Max going" drawled the Sun
day editor; and they don't pass bad
picked your picture, Miss Lindstrom.
out of all that bunch-thousands and
thousands of 'em-why, they're no
slouches either. There was PiXley Of
the Art Institute, n 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'll"
She sighed l~uxuriantly and said
nothing. Wiley was aghast at all this
c~omplacence. He followed her eyes.
which We're 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 a
doves wing came before the window.
The most beautiful woman!
One does not easily grasp 1t, If n
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 Tor treasure. grow old, dim-eyed.
seeking applause, admiration. love-
put here. at once, without asking, seek
ing nothing. knowing nothing, the jim
nee had come n broken the magic
vase at her feet!
She sighed again her luxurious peace.
h garrulous Sunday EDITORS voice
came family through her dream.
When you come to Chicago the paper
will entertain you. The old man him
self Is crazy about that picture-wants
a special wire as to what Max thought
OF you. When you get some clothes
er-Miss-Miss-"
mot a bit" retorted Max. 1T would
be a sin to put anything on her. Look
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 W for this?"
She smiled ~complacently. "They make
fun OF me-" she murmured, and Max
groWled an unintelligible anathema on
Rome, Ia.
And while she sat there with the eyes
of the silent men upon her, a step
sounded upon the sidewalk. Harlan
came past. Her face rigid when he
saw her. He appeared about to swing
fashion. to SEQ Wiley. Then he met
Aurelie's blank gaze and gazed as
blankly at her. She saw his big sensi-
tive rose culver. he started %furiously
at Max and his work, SO ~furfously tina
h was frightened and tried to speak
to him. But her voice failed her, and
Harlan, looking now al her, spoke
d~oggedly.
"Aurelie. are you going into this?"
Into this?"
"This abominable contest-going to
have your picture in and all the stuff
printed about you'll"
He was mad with despair, 1t seemed:
he almost leaped in the doorway. "You
shan't!" he roared.
Yes. I SHALL" She looked nxedly at
htm. 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
the sidewalk and went on without
answer. And Aurelie turned q pale
face back to Max Inc tried to smile.
Who" said the Sunday editor, lis
Wiley murnbled 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.
We'll. I'm jiggled!" murmured the
Sunday editor. "Help!"