The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-02-12
STEPHEN And STORIES
BY DOROTHY BLAckMoRE.

per Syndicate.)
Sally gazed contemplatively at the
little set of chintz-covered drawers
that she had INDUCED in by way OF
celebrating the occasion of having sold
another story. It was Sally's treat to
herself to purchase something for the
equipment Of her writing table upon
each glorious arrival Of check.
II can write from morning until
shutdown now" she told herself hap
PLY. Il must sell another story be-
fore I can get the waste basket to
match" She pondered for moment.
Il think will rewrite The Test That
ought to sell-it's q good plot"
Sally looked high and she looked low
for THE Test" She took out every
drawer. looked through her file and
her scrap books, but the manuscript
remained in it's hiding place. Sud
denly she remembered that she had
sold an old file case.
The next morning she dressed her
self with her habitual care and went
forth in search of the lost story.
She gazed open eyed at the clerk
who told her that q certain set OF
drawers had been sold.
rs there any chance Of my finding
out to whom they went? 1t Is most
important" Sally said. with her friend.
~ smile.
! Another ten minutes passed and
Sally went worth. The address given
! was down In the lower Twenties and
! Sally found herself ringing the bell
Of Q small fiat.
| A most delightful girl answered the
ring and opened the door wide that
Sally might enter.
Eyes, we found the story" the girl
was saying, as Sally followed her into
q room that was homelike and coy
and in which q good-looking youna
fellow lolled comfortably while he
scanned the pages Of sally's own man
uscript. Sally's eyes opened wide and
flush darted into her cheeks.
"Dayie," Madge Cartwright said
this is Sally Seward. Miss Seward
my brother, David Cartwright. Mist
Seward has come in search Of heI
story" Madge added, and offered Sail!
o chair.
Now for the story" he said will
his boyish laugh that Sally was be
ginning to wait for. There had no
been so much of laughter in Sally
struggles that she could afford to le
slip one golden hour. She rejoicet
that her manuscript had wedged itsel
into the chintz drawers, and that sh'
was sitting beside David Cartwright
while he outlined the plot Of an ex
ceedingly good story.
Il will write IT," Sally told hin
while Madge's voice came from tn,
direction Of the kitchen humming I
little snatch OF song. and II !
brings big check. you must promis
that we three will have a dinner to
gether." Madge had entered with
fragrant tray of tea and hot crumpets
Ibid you hear that, Miss Cartwright?
| Sally questioned.
"If the story brings a big check,
she said, will agree to anything, Blu
It would be so comfy to have Dime
here-you may get chicken and hA
ings IL you like. but couldn't we COO
1t here? 1t is SO much nicer tha
restaurants" She glanced eagerly a
Sally and Sally smiled back at hel
Friendship linked the eyes of tine tw
girls, and Davie looked on with a ps
culiarly interpretive expression.
"And | will get seats for the thei
ter" he added. lis it CO."
Sally looked from Madge to Davi,
and IL there was throb in her throa
no one was the wiser. She put a han
into each Of theirs and clasped ther
warmly. The hand that Davie bel
trembled and his own closed about i
II I'VE will be the best OF friends.
know" Nadge said. quickly.
We ale CLING TO be more tina
friends" Davie said-but he did nc
say 1t aloud
Madge knew a. she went homewar
that she would become . great write
that her table had grown doubly des
to her. and that the little chest {
chintz drawers would always be fri
grant with love and happiness and q
that goes to make life a wonderf,
thing. Perhaps she kissed the thing
that had given her happiness. or pc
haps she only ran slim fingers cares
ingly over them, But Sally smiled.