Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-19

ten and never could. The people she
might have had for friends she did not
care for. and the people she wanted as
friends didn't care for her. So she wen'
her way alone. And at twenty-three she
had serious ideas Of living and dying an
old maid.
Then something happened The right
man arrived. He walked into her en-
ployers Office one morning. He was tan:
slender and very dark. His square and
clean face looked as if the manhood pc
hind 1t was square and clean, TOO. IA
tricia. however, never noticed him, save
for one thing and that was his name.
He introduced himself as Felix Fayre,
Fayre. Patricia's eyes came up from her
typewriting with leap. He never saw
her. And she was in plain sight too. She
might have gone on looking at him FOR
ever. as far as attracting attention was
concerned He evidently had no thought
Of finding his fate behind typewriter.
My name is Fayre-Felix Fayre. ne
said clearly II have a piece of property
I'd like to put i'm your hands for sale-a
big, wooded tract; first growth of timber
I'm anxious for a quick sale. I'm gong
west and I want the money to take with
me-"
whole proposition. But the real estate
agent who was Patrica's employer was
a great stickler for details He made his
client sit down and answer a good many
questions. And Patricia heard them all
Before the interview ended she became
deeply interested i'm the young man
whose name was like her own. She hated
somehow to think of his going west
| And she wondered why he was going.
The next time he visited the office Pa
tricia was there alone. He had both To
see and to speak to her. But after she
| was thus briefly brought to his notice
! he appeared to put her out OF his mlnd
again He had doubtless more weightH
I things 20 consider than blond-halred
stenographers.
| The third time he came the returns
were coming i'm from the real estate
| agents advertisement of the property,
and there were letters to dictate.
Miss Fayre." said Mr.. kinreld IN ms
curt way, take dictation.
Ard Patricia took 1t under the dart'
eyes, which were certainly becoming In
terested at last. But he went away Will
out any audible curiosity. and because
he did that night Patricia winked several
times sleeplessly into the darkness OF
her chill room. I'm only typewriter
girl if I am a Fayre." she sighed on,
dear. ir only he wasn't SO nice. Ana De-
fore she slept the sigh became sob.
Therea fter for several days she did not
see him though she believed he was liv-
ing in town. There seemed to be dimculty
in selling the property to the right per-
son. Timber tracts were not IN not de-
mand. especially when cash was wanted
for them Sometimes Patricia hoped he
would not sell 1t at all. But. of course.
she knew that he would in the end.
There came a blizzardy day-all wind
and snow and creaky GOODNESS above and
below At about 4 o'clock the steam be-
gan to go down in the Office building
where Patricia worked and at $50 Mr..
Winfield told her that she could go home.
It was an unexpected release and Pa
tricja buttoned and yelled herself as
quickly as possible and started forth.
ITS an awful day. she thought as
soon as she got out of doors Its per-
fectly terrible day. but-oh!
Her breath and her feet stopped at the
same instant. and she stared at the win
dow she was passing. There was most