The Lamar register., 1913-10-08
HER SEVENTH ANSWER
ay FRANK n. MELON.

Tapestry hang1ngs now hid the faca
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 a desk from the
depths of which a much-used type
writer was apt to half emerge, like
Jack-in-the-box, If one walked about
with a heavy step. There was the u.s.
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
/ thank you. Robert"
Il shall receive my reward some
day." reminded her.
$50 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 IL any one of us after all?
formed fancies but things OF a day
shadows that cross the face Of the
great sun Of fame?"
But my love is not a little love,
neither IL It the thing Of q day." /
oontradicted, hotly.
Edith blushed.
You think
mow0
VERY WELL" this with resignation.
On the table lay q sheet of Edith's
work, done in a masculine chiro-
graphy popular of late years.
what is this map of?'I asked,
innocently.
ITS not . map. It's the start Of
story"
where's the rest Of TT"
"Oh. haven't thought It all out
Jet" with a sigh.
DO you know what the title IL to
bsr'
4 haven't decided on one"
VIII you let me suggest . title for
Mr
But you don't know what the story
u about"
'Is there any connection" asked.
meekly, between q story and It's
titlef"
Certainly" smiled Edith. indis-
nantly.
Then there's q missing link to
some" declared.
Those are by inferior authors"
ITO change the subject, have you
sold any stories of later" ! asked.
mo, Robert, you are more partial
TO me than the editors are"
''Confound 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 l can't win by merit. don't
want to win." she declared stoutly.
Edith" / 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 II
And. besides, marriage ia said to be
an impeachment to a literary career"
Aren't soandso 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"
warned. Il am going to ask you to
marry me-"
And for the seventh time" she
began, mockingly.
Nov, Edith" l interposed. II am
only human and 1 can't go on this
way forever. / have here"-and
showed 1t to her-"a ticket to Havana
Shall I buy another, or go alone to-
morrow
Edith looked me squarely In the
face. Her own was rather white. She
hssitated.
The seventh time" said quietly,
taking up my hat. That was the
title 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.
"Xon ecinsf" she esl.eA Z. :
voice intended to be quite steady, but