Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-07-18

slouches either. There was Pixley Of
the Art Institute, and Martineau who
has charge Of the Philadelphia collec.
tion, and Benny Booth, who does thai
girl stuff for the syndicate. Three guys
who ought to know. And they picked
you!" a't'& 't 3 ""'
She sighed. luxuriantly 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
a doves wing came before the win
dow. ,....a.-s. ....l
The most beautiful woman!
One does not easily grasp 1t, If one
has lived an obscure life Of common
duties in q gray little world; at times
hungry, chilled, hurt with rebuff, un-
dershot with sadness. One may wan
der the world striving for gain or
fame, dig for treasure, grow old, dim
eyed, seeking applause, admiration,
love-but here, at once, without ask
ing, seeking nothing, knowing nothing,
the jinnee had come and broken the
magic 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
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 at her! In the door-frame-the
naples on the bluff beyond her-the
sun on that sumac! That little gown,
the circlet 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 unintelligible anathe-
ma on Rome, Iowa.
And while she sat there with the
eyes of the silent men upon her, step
sounded upon the sidewalk. Harlan
came past. Her face grew 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 and gazed as
blankly at her. She saw his big SEN
sitive nose quiver, he stared furiously
at Max and his work, 80 furiously that
she was frightened and tried to speak
to him. But her voice failed her, and
Harlan. looking now at her, spoke
doggedly.
"Aurelie, are you going into this?"
Into this?"
"This abominable contest-going to
have your picture in and all the stuff
printed about you!"
He was mad with despair, It seem
ed; he almost leaped in the doorway.
You shan't!" he roared.
Yes, l SHALL" She looked fixedly at
him. Il 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 pale
face back to Max and tried to smile.
Who" said the Sunday editor, "is
that damned fool?"
Wiley mumbled awkwardly. Judges
son best family. Sort Of
we'll, gone on her."
Good DOPE" commented the news
paper man laconically. Got his pic
ture about your shop? Heart interest,
and all that sort Of thing-big as a
house! Get us come-on story to fol-
low Thursday"
Aurelie stared at him. Then she
jumped 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!"
ITO be Continued.)