Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-01-23


Il am Miss Colson," said Leone
coolly. 81 was locked in my brothers
studio and didn't want to wait-so I
jumped down here"
The man glanced up at the open
window in Jim Colson's workshop.
You jumped from there?" he asked
incredulously, and as she nodded, he
moment and l will fetch you a cup of
coffee-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 rescuer
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 whole lot! oh,
there'll be plenty more tomorrow" he
went on hastily. as a pitiful little cry
you know. I'll run out and get bite
to eat by and by"
Leone smiled again, but a 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 flights 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.
81 think it's splendid" cried Leone.
why, l always look at the advertis-
ing sections of the magazines the very
first thing"
81 am encouraged" he cried almost
gaily; some of them pay very we'll
but you know, it isn't the sort of stuff
l really want to turn out"
"Qf course not" agreed Leone so
berry.
They became better acquainted as
the moments flew while they waited
for the taxicab summoned by the art
ist. 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.
81 am sure that l have heard my
| brother Jim mention your name" she
told Kim.
Very likely. We were classmates y
Leone blushed hotly 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.. Loomis
tucked Leone inside, handed her the
I! gold bag, held her hand in his big one
| for brief instant, and then watched
the machine bear her from his wist
full sight.
In the Colson mansion. James Col
son, Jr., was plunging into his over
coat in remorseful search for his pret
ty sister. He had entirely forgotten
his dinner engagement with Leone I'm
til long after the appointed time; ther
he had arrived home to discover tha
no one had seen Leone and no ont
knew where she was.
When Leone came limping into thu
house it was to fall into Jim's arms
In the warm library, where her fathe
and mother had taken anxious refug'
during Jim's absence, Leone told he
amazing story and tossed the sof;
pillow at her brother.
"Loomis-Carl LOOMS? Well
should say did know him. Best cha
in the world. Didn't ever tell yol
! about the agreement he made with hi
father? You know old Loomis is roll
ing in money-could buy the governo
out several times, couldn't he. sir?
grinned Jim.
Mr.. Colson smiled indulgently an
passed hand over Leone's brigh
, hair.
is he the youngster who wanted t
be an artist and his father told him
|, . he could support himself fer one yea
. by his pen and brush he would settl
a hundred thousand dollars on him an
send him abroad to study?"
That's Carl Loomis," exclaime
Jim. He told me the other day tha
the year would BE- up next week-sai
he had been on the ragged edge c
starvation half the time, but he ha
worried through. Carl said he'd bee
cooking for himself when funds wer
low and that he'd grown sick to deaf
of eggs"
Leone laughed softly and her eye
were very bright, but she made n
: mention of the frugal meal or of tn
omelet she had rSined. She woul
never forget LOOMS angry dismay &
the catastrophe.
Six months later when Carl Loomi
asked Leone to marry him and go
Paris for a year or so. she turned
/. ! rosy face to his.
81 can make delicious omelet," sh
whispered.
q Copyright. 1913. by the Mcclure New
+ paper Syndicate.)
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