Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1914-01-16

her with increasing surprise. One
does not expect to find on the roof OF q
studio building at eight D. m. beau
tiful girl, clad in silk and velvet and
furs, with golden hair tumbling from
under an ermine turbaR and a sofa
pillow elutched to her breast.
I am Miss Colson,' said Leore
eoolly. Il was locked in my brothers
studio and | didn't want TO wait-so
jumped down here"
| The man glanced up at the open
window in Jim Colson's workshop
You jumped from there?" he asked
lncredulously. and as she nodded, he
added quickly You are hurt-wait a
moment and | will fetch you cup OF
eoffee-then, perhaps you will let me
carry you downstairs
At the kindness in his altered tone
Leone promptly sat down on the sofa
pillow and sobbed while her rescuei
disappeared.
i hope YOU will pardon my rude
ness, he said when she had finished
the cup of hot coffee and could smile
at him; but, you see, when a chaps
up against 1.-THE lost egg and the end
OF the loaf mean a whole lot! Oh,
thereH be plenty more tomorrow" be
went on hastily. as pitiful little cry
escaped her, only it was inconvenient,
you know. I'll run out and get bite
to eat by and by"
Leone smiled again, but wave of
pity swept over her heart for she felt
very sure that his light tone covered
heavy heartedness and that he would
go to bed supperless now that she had
ruined his omelet
But there was nothing she could say
or do to mitigate the circumstances;
although the gold mesh bag was
/ crammed with money, she could not
offer it to this perfectly fierce looking
man whose supper she had spoiled.
/ Leone would not let him carry her
down stairs, but she leaned on his
arm, and as they made slow progress
down four fights OF stairs to the street
he told her something about himself.
| 1t seemed that he was an illustrator
! he had turned out some fair stuff, he
/ told her modestly, but progress had
been slow While he was awaiting the
payment for some magazine sketches
! he was illustrating advertisements.
Shocking, isn't it?" he laughed.
Il think It's splendid" cried Leone.
/ Why, | always look at the advertis-
4 ing sections of the magazines the very
/ FIRST thing
4 am encouraged" he cried almost
gaily; some of them pay very we'll
but you know, it isn't the sort of stun
I really want to turn out"
"of course not. agreed Leone so
berry.
They became better acquainted as
the moments flew while they waited
for the taxicab summoned by the art
list. He told Leone that his name was
Loomis-Carl Loomis-and she was
startled at THE vague familiarity of it.
OF course he was one of Jim's friends
Z am sure that have heard my
brother Jim mention your name" she
told him
Very likely. We were classmates
Leone blushed holly because of the
thrill Of delight she felt, II he was
one of Jim's friends. she would meet
him again,
The taxicab came and Mr. Loomli
tucked Leone inside, handed her the
| gold bag, held her hand in his big ont
for brief instant, and then watched
the machine bear her from his visit
full sight
In the Colson mansion, James Col
son, Jr., was plunging into his over
coat in remorseful search for his pref
ty sister He had entirely forgotten
/ his dinner engagement with Leone un
til long after the appointed time; ther
/ he had arrived home to discover thai
no one had seen Leone and no one
knew where she was.
When Leone came llmping into the
house it was to fall into Jim's arms
/ In the warm library, where her father
and mother had taken anxious refuge
/ during Jim's absence. Leone told heI
amazing story and tossed the sofa
pillow at her brother.
'Loomis-Carl Loomis? Well,
should say did know him. Best chap
in the world Didn't ever tell you
about the agreement he made with his
father? You know old Loomis is roll
ing in money-could buy the governor
out several times, couldn't he. sir?''
! grinned Jim.
Mr.. Colson smiled indulgently and
passed a hand over Leone's bright
hair.
| Is he the youngster who wanted to
be an artist and his father told him if
he could support himself fer one year
4 by his pen and brush he would settle
a hundred thousand dollars on him and
/ send him abroad to study"
That's Carl LOOMS, exclaimed
/ Jim. He told me the other day that
the year would be up next week-said
he had been on the ragged edge Of
starvation half the time, but he had