The daily Alaskan., 1915-10-01
THE GREEN: MANIKIN A Story With "Heart
 Interest"
By AGNES G. BRoGAN

"So this was what had been the trou- ble of late, this the cause of his un- finished book-homesickness, pure old fashioned homesickness."
 Long ago, as lad, he had realized this desperate feeling. Now the sound of that familiar tongue brought back longing to be among his own" which was almost unbearable, back again in little old New York;" for from her ac- cent the speaker had also lived In that vicinity. Bronson whirled about to look at her. Demure and unaware of admiring glances, she sat at a nearby table. "conspicuously simple" in her close fitting black suit and turban. Bronson struggled against an uncon- trollable desire to hear again that soft voiclng of his mother tongue. then with muttcred, May I?" sunk into seat at the opposite side of the table. The restaurant being unduly crowded, his intrusion was calmly taken for grant, ed. Happily absorbed, he gazed at the lovely, downcast face of his companion, and she, glancing up at last, smiled. A frank. engaging smile it was, like that of friendly child.
 "The salt?" Bronson asked politely, while the girls smile deepened.
 50 you, too, are American" she said. All the pentup longings of the mans home yearuing soul broke forth at her question.
 "Amcrican-ycs," he answered, and if you could but know the joy It gives me merely to be again in the presence of an American. ! might have sought out my countrymen here, l suppose, but"-he laughed shortly-'I did not recognize my need unti, l heard your voice"
 The girl leaned impulslvely forward. ''I know" she breathed. "Oh, l know! For weeks I've been fighting off the desire to go back. Sometimes It was almost too strong for me. I've got to stay here, you see. must, undl"-
 Until" he prompted gently. The girl drew back, continuing her meal. Until 7 make good" she answered quietly.
 "Student?" the man questioned. She nodded her head.
 There are so many of us" she said ruefully, "'wOuld be artists, musicians mostly failures"
 And you?"
 The girls low laughter ended in a wry smile. I'm an art failure" she replied, with d shruG of the shoulders.
 Bronson's quick glance was sympA- thetic.
 "Perhaps not" he encouraged. Bet ter stick it out a little longer and see. " She arose, drawing on her gloves, and stood looking now on the gloves, now on him.
 q intend to-" she answered brightly.
 With visible regret the author also arose.
 Pardon the Doldness of fellow American" he entreated, but may l not hope to see you again?
 "Why not?" the girl carelessly re- spondCd. "I dine here every day.
 So it happened that the small table beneath the window came quite natu- rally to be q place of meeting, q place for the exchange of simple condolences, for comforting recOllectiOns of home beloved scenes and home happy times. To the man this one hour wus sort of panacea for all the trlals Of troubled day. About 1t his dreams centered as a reward for nightly hours of writing. And the girls open pleasure In these meetings was constant growing joy.
 Do you know" she asked in her h. genuous way, "l cannot get over the idea that l have known your face be- fore? It was strangely familiar from the first, and yet
 Then David Bronson knew that his hour of announcement had come. It had been a gratifying thing to hide for a time from the paths of fame and to feel that his unknown personality had powers of its own to awaken h. terest and pleasure. With a sigh he drew forth his card and placed 1t be- fore her.
 David B. Bronson," the girl read aloud, while recollection widened in her eyes.
 Not" she said in q tone of awe mot David Bronson. the author?"
 He nodded abruptly.
 And you are writing q book over here" she went on slowly, "a book with a French setting perhaps and one of your wonderful American heroinesT
 "The heroine" he confessed, proves q disappointment She is so exactly what she seems to- be-commonplace no human heart interest"
 The girl turned wearily aside. His admission of greatness seemed all at once to put him far from her presump- tion of friendship.
 Look about you" she said. You'll find human heart stories among us all."
 Bronson got hastily into his coat "Just this once," he begged, "allow me 4 n.