The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-12-11

their friendly derision at her nnery.
From h porch Mrs. Lindstrom whined
her fright. She was clean upset" by
Aurelie's fortune. But maybe 1t meant
a job. "Lord knows we need II. John
laid up with his arm and Albert not
workin' steady. Maybe Aurelie would
get q Job in the News office. but Lord
knows what would happen to q girl
who got her name In the paper" She
shifted on to the neighbor woman. and
lAurelie marched on with vast pride.
Not all the beauty Of the october sun
level from the hills against the hligree
Of red and gold hung against the Cliff
face could stir this beaten labor woman
of the cities. Lord knows Aureliell
get us all in the papers Amt my man
had enough hard luck without this?"
Aurelie went on, a slender scarlet
figure on the leaf-carpeted creek road.
She wilfully passed the bridge to cross
Sinsinawa on the messy stones among
the rushing water. A red squirrel scold-
ed her from the willows and she
charged him laughingly. her breath
quick in the keen air, her ayes bright
squirrel barked his indignation from a
safe tree, she laughed again, and then
suddenly remembered that h was try
ing to be miserable, and yet rebelling
against it with all her pride.
When she came to the neat houses
wives, airing their rugs, caught her
gypsy figure; they whispered to the
household, and noses 1attened against
the panes to watch her pass. Already,
despite Mr.. Curran's effort to hold the
story for the Sunday papers, h town
notoriety. 1t was aghast, 1t was in
c%redulous: but when she passed 1t ran
to see and whispered. When h neared
the square and passed q shop where the
cheerful anv1ls rang, she was conscious
that the work stopped and the smiths
came out Of the blue haze in their
leather aprons to stare after her, and
when a farm wagon came along, heaped
with frosted corn, the hired man hailed
her, and when she passed the Hub
Clothing store. a dapper 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. I see 1t noW!"
"What?" she asked innocently.
1.-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 beautiful
girl I ever saw"
She sat down perplexedly. Jim Minis,
the tramp printer, toothless and whisky
soaked, grinned at her yer his case.
Aleck, the press boy. stopped his work.
Rube Van Hart, the broken down bail
player, stuffng old papers into The
stove, lifted his derby awkwardly:
Morning, Aurelie."
friendliness. The editor had her han
and refused to drop it. His eyes were
bright with eagerness.
fright 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 a man who
had produced a miracle when he mere
ly meant to knock out his pipe. There
1t was, the sparks flew, n the fairy
stood on tip toes 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 people
sent Max Jerome down to sketch you
tho topnotch illustrator in the bust
ness"
She had never heard Of him. Two
men came in; n fat, short, busy
looking; the other a lanky youth who
laid down a fiat case Of card papers
and turned a good humored tronical
face directly on her :.
And you're Aurelie Lindstrom? 2"
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 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 our picture, or buzz
you. And we got to make that 11:20
train from the Junction"-he looked at
his watch-"and Max wants to sketch
you. We're going 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 1t.
She looked appealingly at Mr.. Curran,
Then she was conscious thet Max, the
artist, was sketching her swiftly, ST.
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, Pm mighty glad you got 1t,
Miss Lindstrom. You see the Chron-
icle contest was Straight was no
frameup for one Of these show girls.
who are always butting in on these
things. / tell you I never was SO pleased
at anything as to find o didn't know
a thing about It."
mot a blamed thing" cried Mr.. Cur
ran It'll I told her! Why, I even for
got I ever sent those pictures in. The
most beautiful a He stared
at her, and then broke off mournfully:
Say, Dickinson. the grocer. telephoned
in this morning with ap awful roar.
Pulled his advertising out Of the News
and stopped the paper. because I sent
in his girls pictured And she didn't
get q look nj"
The Sunday editor chuckled. MAJ
smiled ironically. He came to Aurelie
with a deft firm touch OF his white
fingers. "a little more to the light,
Miss Linstrom. lust that-there," He
stopped thoughtfully and looked down
again. Your hair-you couldn't have
done 1t better on Michigan avenue
Some women can, you know, and 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 pen
ell.
Whats the matter, MAXI grunted
the newspaper man.
Max was watching her strangely. He
muttered: then he said. without regard
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