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

| from a safe tree, she laughed again
and then suddenly remembered tina
she was trying to be miserable, ant
yet rebelling against It with all he
pride.
When she came to the neat houses
of High street the eyes of early house
wives, airing their rugs, caught he
gypsy figure; they whispered to tn,
household, and noses fiattened agains
the panes to watch her pass. Already
despite Mr.. Curran's effort to hold tn,
story for the Sunday papers, the tow
was buzzing with Aurelie Lindstrom'
| notoriety. It was aghast, it was in
: credulous; but when she passed 1t raj
to see and whispered. When she near
| ed the square and passed shop wher,
| the cheerful anvils rang, she was con
| scious that the work stopped, and the
smiths came out of the blue haze II
their leather aprons to stare after her
and when farm wagon came along
heaped with frosted corn, the hired
man hailed her; and when she passed
the Hub Clothing Store, a dappel
clerk called: Hello, Aurelie!" And
all the other clerks and the proprietor
gathered open-mouthed, to whisper.
She set her shoulders straighter and
marched on into the News Office. The
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 q
lot Of chumps around this old town!
Here you grew up among us and no.
body ever suspected. You're the most
beautiful girl ever saw!"
She sat down perplexedly. Jim
Minis, the tramp printer, toothless and
whisky soaked, grinned at her over
his case. Aleck, the press boy, STOP
ped his work. Rube Van Hart, the
broken down ball-player, stuff,ng old
papers into the stove, lifted his derby
awkwardly: Morning, Aurelie!"
All the world seemed radiant with
friendliness! The editor had her hand
and refused to drop it. His eyes were
bright with eagerness.
Right here in my old shop" he
said, "is Cinderella"
She looked seriously at him. She
had never known anybody like Wiley
T. Curran. He seemed like man who
had produced a miracle when he mere
ly meant to knock out his pipe. There
1t was, the sparks flew, 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 a good-humored ironical
face directly on her.
And you're Aurelie Lindstrom," he
said. well, Welt"
The stout little man took her hand
warmly at Curran's introduction. THE
Chronicle wants to congratulate you,
Miss Lindstrom. It's great! Curran.
here, has been telling about you"-he
looked fustered for a minute-"and
'ft's great stuff! But We don't want
these state papers to get in on this
until we spread on it Sunday-under-
stand! Don't let 'em get your picture,
or buzz you. And we got to make that
eleven-twenty train from the juno
tion"-he looked at his watch-"and
Max wants to sketch you. We're go
ing to run a three-color border on the
sup that's a pippin. Wait till you see
that Carmen effect Of yours in the
Chronicle layout. It's going to make
em sit up"
She didn't understand a word Of it.
she looked appealingly at Mr.. Curran.
Then she was conscious that Max, the
artist, was sketching her swiftly, 81
lently, glancing first at her and then
at the light in the News dingy win
dows and then at his board.
Say" went on the assistant Sunday
editor, I'm mighty glad you got IL,
Miss Lindstrom. You see the Chronicle
contest was straight it was no
fAr ~ oh crfr 10
who are always butting in on these
things. I tell you I never was so
pleased at anything as to find you
didn't know thing about it,"
Not a blamed thing!" cried Mr..
Curran, till told her! Why, even
forgot 1 ever sent those pictures in.
The most beautiful woman" He
stared at her, and then broke of
mournfully: Say, Dickinson, the gro
Ger, telephoned this morning with an
awful roar. Pulled his advertising out
of the News and stopped the paper,
because 1 sent in his girls picture!
And she didn't get look-in!"
The Sunday editor chuckled. Max
smiled ironically. He came to Aurelie
with a deft firm touch Of his white
fingers. "A little more to the light
Miss Lindstrom. Just that-there." He
stopped thoughtfully and looked down
again. Your hair-you couldn't have
1t done better .on Michigan avenue
Some women can, you know, and some
can't-some can't even buy it." He
went back to his sketches. There's a
curious trick about you" he began to
work, and then stopped and laid down
his pencil.
Whats the matter, MAXI" grunted
the newspaper man.
Max was watching her strangely. He
muttered then he said, without re-
gard to his companion: Miss Lind
strom, do you know you interest me
more than anything I've done since
dida some girls in Algiers. YOU
there's a bit of the Orient about you
| or Mexico"
"Tm a Creole, 1 think" she said
pensively. That's what Uncle Michi.
gan said"