The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-07-24
CHAPTER VI.

IndTcueu on INTO the News OlnCt. NO
editor arose hastily and stared at her.
Then he sighed and came to her with
his hand out "Aurelie, see 1t now!
WHAT" she asked innocently.
The beauty winner, Oh. we're a lot
OF chumps around this old town, Here
you grew up among us and nobody
ever suspected You're the most beau
tiful girl | ever saw,
She sat down perplexedly. jim
Minis, the tramp printer, toothless and
whiskey soaked. grinned al her over
his case. Alec. the press boy. stopped
his work RUDE Van Hart. the brok-
en-down ball-player, stutfing old pa
pers into the stove, lifted his derby
awkwardly: Morning Aurelie,"
All the world seemed radiant with
friendliness! The editor had her
hand and refused 10 drop IL. His
eyes were bright with eagerness.
Right here in my old shop he
said. lis Cinderella :"
She looked seriously at him. She
had never known anybody like Wiley
T. Curran He seemed like man who
had produced miracle when he mere
~ meant 10 knock out his pipe There
II was, the sparks few, and the fairy
stood on tiptoes smiling at him! An
Irishman had TO believe in them.
Miss Cinderella" went on Curran,
there come the Chronicle men now
from the Parsons House. Those peo-
pie sent Max Jerome down to sketch
you-the top-notch illustrator In the
business"
She had never heard of him. Two
men came in one fat. short busy
looking: the other a lanky youth who
laid down a fiat case Of card papers
and turned good-humored ironicai
face directly on her.
And you're Aurelie Lindstrom, he
said We'll, we'll"
The stout little man took her hand
warmly at Currans introduction. The
Chronicle wants 10 congratulate YOU
Miss Lindstrom. It's great, Curran.
here. has been telling about you
he looked tlustered for a minute
and it's great stuff, But we don't
want these state papers TO get in on
this until We spread on 1t Sunday
understand, Don't let EN- get your
picture, or buzz you. And We got TO
make that eleven-twenty train from
the Junction he looked at his watch
and Max wants TO sketch you.
We're going to run three-color Dor
der on the sup that's a pippin Wait
till YOU see that Carmen effect GA
yours in the Chronicle layout It's
going to make EN- sit up.
She didn't understand a word or II.
She looked appealingly at Mr.. Curran.
Then she was conscious that Max, the
artist, was sketching her swiftly, ST.
lently. elancing first at her and then
AZ the fight in the News dingy win
dows and then ut his board.
Say" went on the assistant sun
day editor I'm mighty glad YOU GOT
IL. Miss Lindstrom You see the
Chronicle contest was straight
was no frame-up for one of these snow
girls, who are always butting III Oh
these things | tell YOU | never was
so pleased at anything As 10 find You
didn't know a thing about it.
Not a blamed thing" cried Mr.
Curran. till | told her, Why, | even
forgot 7 ever sent those pictures IN
The most beautiful woman lie
stared at her. and then broke OF
mournfully: Say, Dickinson, the gro
Ger. telephones in this morning WIN
an awful roar. Pulled his advertising
out OF the News and stopped the pa
per. because | sent in his girls PIC
ture, And she didn't get look-ln'
The Sunday editor chuckled. Max
smiled ironically He came TO Aurelie
with Geft firm touch of his white
Anglers "A little more 10 the light,
Miss Isindstrom. Just that-there.
He stopped thoughtfully and looked
down again. Your hair-you could
NJ have IL done better on Michigan
and some can't-some can't even buy
il" He went back TO his sketches.
There's a curious trick about YOU
he began 10 work, and then stopped
and laid down his pencil.
Whats the matter, Max grunt-
ed the newspaper man.
Max was watching her strangely.
He muttered: then he said, without
regard 10 his companion: Miss Lind
strom. do YOU know YOU interest me
more than anything I've done since
| did some girls in Algiers. YOU
there's bit Of the orient about you
or Mexico
I'm a Creole, think she said
nensively. That's what Uncle Mich
igan said.
The two Chicago men exchanged
glances. "Oh, yes the editor put in
-"Curran was saying Your story
romantic. Miss I.indstrom I've seen
girls like you on Royal street. Not
many. but once in a while Creole
with a beautiful face. But your story.
Miss Iindstrom-gre stuff-were
going TO flash il 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 ironcal smile was
gone Presently she heard him NUT
ter and resume work. but ever and
again 20 stopped to study her dream
lily.
Co lax going drawled the Sun
day editor. and they don't pass bad
ones on Max And the chaps who
picked your picture. Miss Lindstrom,
ont of all that bunch-thousand and
thousands OF 'em-why, they're no
slOuches either. There was Pixley
Of the Art Institute, and Martineau.
who has charge of the Philadelphia
collection, and Benny Booth. who
does thRt girl stuff for the syndicate.
Three guys who ought to know. And
they picked you"
She sighed luxuriantly and said
nothing. Wiley was aghast at all
this complacence lie followed her