The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1915-12-17
The Euening Story
The Wind Traveller.
(By lola Forrester.)

reggie, give me a piece OIL paper
Peggie's head was bent over the
ffat-topped mission desk near the open
window. She went on writing intently.
Just a little piece, big enough for
something 1 want to make, Peggie.
Your typewriter papers all right" A
pause. Jack fidgeted in the doorway.
| ''Peggie, please, ple-ease,''
Not just now, dear. Pretty soon.
Come back when I finish this letter.
Jack went out and sat down at the
top of the stairs, his chin on his palms.
Girls were bad enough as a force to
contend with, but girl sisters took the
cake for downright selfishness and
lack of sympathy He wanted a para
chute. Maybe he could even bend the
paper SO it would make an airship.
There was way to do it. Anyhow,
he could take thread and put a piece
in each corner of a square of paper,
then weight it-what should he
weight it with? A dead fly? A but
ton? A peanut shell? An ant in a
parachute. There was something to
really stir the imagination. To be
sure parachutes did not usually ride
skyward, but paper ones did. They
ballooned out as the breeze caught
them and sailed away calamity.
He went downstairs to hunt an ad-
venturous ant out in the garden and
ask his mother if she knew where
lnoTe was d peanut smell.
Peggie went on writing. She glanced
up sometimes dreamily and looked at
the house across the street. 1t was a
studio bachelor building, an innovation
in the quiet residential square, with
it's pretty octa gon-shaped private park
and ivied houses looking out on the
bay.
For the past month the studio di-
rectly opposite the library windows
had been most interesting. Evidently
nv "a
caught glimpses of clay models and
plaster casts on long bare shelves. 1t
looked cool and restful in the room.
There were long, dark, green-mesh
sky1ight overhead. Regarding it all
once more, she turned and resumed
writing to her best chum at college,
Nan Carruthers.
He works necessarily. 1 think the
new one is Diana because she seems to
carry a CULVER, but maybe it's a Greek
girl with a jug, l mean jar. oh, Nan,
how wonderful it must be to really live
right in an art atmosphere. You know
we used to browse around together in
New York when I was down with you
last time. OF course I love it up where
you live at University Heights, but
weren't those dear little places won
derfuI all around Washington Square.
Remember the News? And the gate
way set in. with funny Japanesey
tree scrambling over the wall? and a
white cat up on one limb, with the
moon behind a dark cloud? I don't
really like stables all around a studio
quarter, but I suppose it makes the
rents cheap. Boston artists seem to
like studio apartments better Up
here, Pierrot has come into his for
tune and is feeding Pierrette on fulfilled
chicken. You don't know how inter-
esting he looks, though Nan, and 1
don't even know his name.
don't even want to know it. Distance
lends so much enchantment to this
special view
s'Peggie! You're wanted at the
phone" called Frances from below. 1
Mothers at Peabody & Weston's, and I
she can't remember whether you said
to get raisin color or more of the I.
hyacinth.'
Peggie went down quickly. without
irritation at the interruption In fact, f,
Peggie hardly knew what irritation t
meant. She had been blest at birth. 7
the family said. with unfailing good (
temper The world was rose color to !
her and infinitely good to live in She +
patted Jacks head lovingly as he
wedged by her on the stairs, and tried
to think Just what would be best to
tell her mother so she would really get
the right tone Her voice floated
clearly upstairs, while Jack strolled
into the library with a captive ant in
box and several peanuts in
his pocket.
and between No, no, not a true
rais;n tint. / don't want that, nor
plum tone either. Listen. mother, it's
ike the bloom on q California grape;
don't you know what L mean? Yes,
yes Amethystine, that's it, an anne Il
.hyst held up in candle glow, under
stand, mother. What, dear? But /
can't come down myself I'm sure you
such a terrible difference in those