Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1913-09-03
Her SEVENTH ANSWER
BY FRANK H. MELOON.

You've certainly transformed the
room," l said to Edith, opening the
door and walking in, in response to
her bidding. 1t had originally been
an attic.
Tapestry hangings now hid the face
of timbers rough-hewn in the days
when Washington was young and
Fourth of Julys like any other day;
for the house itself was of colonial
antiquity, and there were wide divans
on which one was allowed to sit
among dozens of cushions done IN
colors to the rainbow unknown. There
was q writing desk of odd design in
one corner, and desk from the
depths OF which much-used type
writer was apt to half emerge, like a
Jack-in-the-box, If one walked about
with heavy step. There was the US
ual array of brass articles used for
ornamentation.
Now" she went on, very much
Of what I've been able to do has been
owing to your kindness OF course
I thank you, Robert"
Il shall receive my reward some
day." ! reminded her.
so the Good Book says"
"Oh, am speaking of temporal
things"
Your mind should be above them,"
she admonished.
You are as near an approach to
divinity as ! care for at present" /
insisted.
You should be ashamed to say 30.
What is any one CT US after all?
What are our little loves, our half
formed fancies but things OF day
shadows that Cross the face Of the
great sun Of fame?"
But my love is not a little love,
neither is it the thing of day." ]
contradicted, hotly.
Edith blushed.
You think"
II know"
Very WELL" this with resignation.
On the table lay sheet OF Edith's
work, done in a masculine chiro-
graphy popular Of late years.
What is this a map of?"I asked,
innocently
Its not map. It's the start of
story"
Where's the rest of it?"
"Oh, l haven't thought it all out
yet" with a sigh.
DO you know what the title la to
be?"
81 haven't decided on one."
Will you let me suggest title for
it%
But you don't know what the story
is about"
us there any connection" / asked,
meekly, between story and it's
title?"
Certainly" shifted Edith, indig-
nantly.
Then there's missing link to
some" I declared
Those are by inferior authors"
ITO change the subject, have you
sold any stories of late?" / asked.
mo, Robert, you are more partial
to me than the editors are"
"Ccnfound them;' I've half a mind
to call on two or three of them and
let 'em know what / think of their
Judgment" exclaimed. viciously
IF / can't win by merit, ! don't
want to win" she declared stoutly
Edith" l asked, tenderly, why
couldn't you write just the same after
we were married?"
"Of all the impudence! I've not
said we were going to be yet, have /?
And, besides, marriage is said to be
an impediment 70 a literary career"
Aren't so-and-so married?" asked,
naming over a half dozen of the best
known feminine authors of the day.
!, didn't know whether they were or
not, but spun them off at random.
Il suppose so," she admitted, doubt
fully.
pursued my unscrupulously gained
advantage.
For the seventh time, Edith" I
warned, II am going to ask you to
marry me-"
And for the seventh time" she
began, mockingly
Now, Edith l interposed. Il am
only human and I can't go on this
way forever / have here"-and /
showed it to her-"a ticket to Havana.
Shall I buy another, or 60 alone to-
morrow"
Edith looked me squarely In the
face. Her own was rather white. She
hesitated.
The seventh time" l said quietly,
taking up my hat. THAT was the
title I was going to suggest for your
story"
There was a long silence. Edith's
face was half averted, but what /
could see led me to hope.
You are going7" she asked in
voice intended to be quite steady, but