The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-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 muttel
and work, but ever and again
ne stopped to study her dreaInily.
Got MAJ going" drawled the Sun,
cay editor and they don't pass bad.
picked your picture. Miss Lindstronl
out of all that bunch-thousands and
thousands OF 'em-why, they're no
slouches either. There was Pixley Of
the Art Institute. and MertineRu wha
has charge OF the Philadelphia collec,
ton. and Benny Booth. who does thai
Girl stuff for the syndicate. THREE
guys who ought to know. And they
picked you!"
She sighed luxuriantly ana said
nothing. Wiley was aghast at all hi
fc~omplacence. he followed her eyes
which Were fixed on the morning peace
q = court house lawn under b
pob-whites calling, and the CLEAN OF q
doves wing came before the window.
The most beautiful womani
One does not easily grasp II, II one
has lived an obscure life OF common
duties in q gray little world: at times
hungry. chilled, hurt with rebuff. UNI
dershot with sadness. One may wander
the world striving for gain or fame.
dig for treasure, grow old. dim-eyed,
seeking applause, admiration. love
but here, at once, without asking, seek
Ing nothing. knowing nothing, the jim
nee had come and broken the magic
vase at her feet!
h sighed again her luxurious peace.
The %garrulous Sunday editors voice
came family through her dream.
"When you come to Chicago the pape
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-Miss3'
No n Bit" retorted Max. ut would
be a sin to put anything on her. Look
at her! In the door-framerthe naples
on he bluff beyond her-the sun on
that sumac! That little gown, the cir
girl, did you get yourself up for this n
b smiled ~complacently. "They mako
fun Of me-" b murmured, and Max
growled an uninteligible anathema on
Rome, Ia.
And while she sat there with the eyes
OF b silent men upon her, q step
sounded upon the sidewalk. Harlan
came past. Her face rigid when he
saw her. He appeared about to swing
into the News office In his old genial
fashion to sec Wiley. Then he met
Aurelie's blank gaze and gazed as
blankly at her. She saw hts big sensi-
tive rose culver. he started ~furiously
at Max and his work, 30 f%uriously that
she was frightened and tried to speak
to him. But her voice failed her, and
Harlan, looking now at her, spoke
doggedly.
"Aurelie, arr you going into this7"
Into this7"
'This abominable contest-going to
have your picture in and all the stuff
printed about you!"
He was mad with despair, It seemed;
he Amos leaped in the doorway. "You
shan't!" he roared.
Yes, I shalll" She looked nxedly at
him. I just made up my mind. I'm
just going in for everything and be
somebody"
The young man stared at her. Then
ho whirled about, looked at her from
he sidewalk and went on without
answer. And Aurelie turned a pale
face back to Max and tried to smile.
Who" said the Sunday editor, as
tina damned fool?"
Wiley munbled awkwardly. "Judge's
gone on her"
"Good DOPE" commented tho news
paper man laconically. Got his picture
about your shop? Heart interest and
all that sort Of thfng-big as a housed
Get us a come-on story to follow Thurs
day"
Aurel;e stared at him. The she Jump
ed down anu walked before the Sunday
sup man and shook her fist under his
nose. "His picture in the paper? II
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, TIM j~iggled!. murmured the
Sunday editor. "Help!"
Continual next weekI