Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-12-21

remember-it's to be your Masterpiece.
"Our Masterpiece she corrected softly.
ooh, if | can just get it out the way see it
why, it will start a new Advertising Era for
the town, and the country tool" She slipped
a new sheet into the typewriter, with a swift
gathering of all her forces.
take your time-we've all night before
u.s." His cool, reassuring tone was like
heartening grip. Back in a minute. |
must find some paint and a brush to letter
in these snowbirds. Jove! how its showing
"a regular blizzard"
YES, it was a blizzard, the Christmas
blizzard that Philadelphia still reckons
time by; working as silently and with as
fierce intensity as the two who paused occa-
sionally to view it with blithe unconcern.
"As you open your eyes to an all-white
world, clicked the typewriter, eve would
remind you of other drifts of snowy white
ness, piled on table after table in the Hay
pont Salons of White. This, the message of
the Snowbirds-"
The sharp jingle of the telephone inter
rupted. She pulled it down impatiently.
@Oh, yes, I'm here still Is it that late?"
aghast. mo, she'd already gone. No, it
was locked. But it really doesn't matter.
I'm managing very nicely. Supper? Oh,
haven't thought of it. Oh, no, thank you.
She hung up the receiver and laughed
softly. dts Highly, asking if don't want
some supper. Supper!" with the scorn of one
engrossed in the really important things of
life, among which supper is not.
He frowned darby. @Do you mean to
say-no, of course you've had no supper.
How could have forgotten it?' with COM
junction. @That's the devil of this work,
it makes one forget everything. Let me go
4 NJ Il oh
Sandwiches! l haven't time, con-
temptuously. "But if you're hungry here's
a cake of chocolate"
His frown deepened. Chocolate! If that
isn't the worst of a woman,-half starve
yourself, and then expect to do three mems
work! Oh, know you"
She sat in convicted guilt.
Il suppose, he conceded, we're so nearly
through that we might as well wait now and
have a square meal,-a two-inch steak, and
hashed brown potatoes, and
"Caulifower, supplied Virginia family.
"And by this time they've given Our table
to strangers. Don't lets talk about it,"
And you're not hungry sternly. "Con-
found the chocolate Well, here's the pet
ticoat done" He displayed the Cattle Girl
with fond pride. "Just a moment for this
lettering to dry"
And just a moment-this last para
graph" She clicked it out with the tensity
of utter absorption; finally drew the sheet
from the machine, collected her little pile of
typed pages, and laid them quietly beside
his drawings.
There it was-born of strain and tangle,
snatched by the forceps of mutual effort
from hopeless defeat; matchless and COM
plete, and Ill their own, COM
merce, exquisite art and pulsing nature
joined in one compelling whole,-their White
Sale Masterpiece, ready to electrify wait
ing world.
CHE looked up at him shyly, wonderful
~ glow in her tired face.
"Poor little girl" he said quietly. "I'm
so sorry you had to miss your ChristmasT
And was just thinking how much better
it was to have Christmas come to you than
to go to Christmas"
"If that S all it takes to make Christmas
a White Sale and one man.
II suppose" she admitted, at depends
somewhat on the man.
She held out an unsteady hand for the lit
tie yellow roll. He relinquished it half jeal-
ously.
Virginia, with sudden tensity, "you love
this, the thrill and power of it-oh yes, |
know. But do YOU never tire of it all, the
eternal, unequal struggle in mans game?
Never stop to consider-it's no life for a