The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1915-03-31
The Euening Story
His Tower Lady.
(By Constance Morton.

HIS Tower Lduy.
(By Constance Morton-)
With the rumble of the subway still
drumming in his ears Deane Barlow
hurriedly mounted the stairs to his
lonely room in Mrs. Pnling's boarding
house AS he entered the back room
ON the third floor his glance did not
WAIVER from the opposite window.
Reyond that window rose the br1ck
building that sheltered his beautlful
lady, and he might be IN time TO
glimpse the dainty, cameol1ke per1ec-
ton of her profile before the curtains
were drawn.
He drew back with a sense OF bitter
disa ppointment, for the WINDOWS OF
the tower were darkened. he turneu
to the bleak brown-gr;Lyness OF the
room, and as he dressed for the even
separate article of furniture that OF
Tended his fastidious eye. -,
In some mysterious way 19eane >
fellow boarders knew something OF ms
history. They knew he had been
brought up in the belief that ne was
the son of a rich man, but with ms
fathers death came failure OF tne ols
business that bore his name. Deane
was in his junior year at college
and although his fathers 1ntluentlai
friends came forward and of1ereo
helping hand the young man rel useo
even temporary aid and VINE the
tangled affairs were adjusted 1t was
found that he was penniless and alone
in the world.
him up and he became a clerk in
New York law office. His salary was
moderate and he was trying to save
money. In a vague, underlined tutule
he could glimpse a, home ne might
make for himself-and wire, IL ne
should meet the right girl
Strange to relate he had never been
in love-not until that April ev ening
n his room
Mrs Pilling's inhospitable abode ana
had discovered his Tower Lady
The tower" was the narrow, Jut-
ting wing of a fashionable private
hotel around the corner, and at one of
its Iace-draped windows he mad DIS
covered a girls lovely, wistfu face,
sometimes looking out at the sunset
clouds piling in the west and just
visible through a rift in the buildings;
sometimes, and more often, bent
thoughtfulIy downward as if she read
book. 800
gold and her eyes of some mysterious
color that distance would not reveal
He worshiped her from afar, for he
barrier raised between the occupant of
that luxurious suite and poor young
law clerk.
Tonight the curtains of the tower"
were drawn and his lady had vanish
ed Twentyfour hours must 5elapse
before he might glimpse, her face
again. 1t was only in the afternoon
that he saw her; never at other times
or on Sundays. .4
At the dinner table that night there
was much animation among the
boarders. Miss Brown, who operated
the telephone switchboard in the no
tel around the corner, had revealed
the fact that there WAS to be a we'd
ding in the Palisade the next day--at
least one of the guests was to be mar
ried; had they not all seen the beau
n aOJ-fn m M
the boarders admitted that they had
seen her picture in the society coll.
umns of the Sunday newspaper
"a blonde, isn't she?" asked Ada
WATSON eagerly.
Miss Brown nodded her head.
Very dainty and delicate looking;
she will make a. lovely bride!"
The women all sighed sentimental1y-
Mr.. Pilline, who carved the roast,
looked up from under his shaggy eye
brows ~
who's she going to marry" he
asked gruffly.
Bradbury Kohler-he's got oceans
of money
Deanes Barlow WINGED.
Bradbury Kohler was one of his
employers big. joviaI red-faeed
to marry Deane'S- Tower LADY, No
wonder the tower window was dark
ened; the prospective bride would
have no time now to look with
dreamy eyes into the sunset
My window overlookS. their suite
in the flotel,'' went on Miss Brown
there are rose-colored silk draperieS
in the windows of Miss Elmorton's sit
ting room. My, 1t must be lovely to
live in the midst. of beautiful things
all the time"
Another sigh waited around the ta-
BILE; then they all. broke into animated
conversation about the wedding, which
was to be solemnized at a fashionable
church.
Deane Barlow pushed aside his
plate and went up to his room. For
a long time he stood there looking
across at the darkened windows of his
lady'S tower. He felt distinctly
crushed and depressed by the news Of
her marriage, while, at the same time,
he chided himself for his folly in los
ing his heart to the unknown lady
Even if he had made her acquaint-
ance he could never have aspired to
her hand-now; he was a poor man
and the wife he must choose would
have to be helpmate. indeed
So Deane banished his dreams and
plunged into his work with renewed
industry. There was much talk in the
office about the wedding and some
chatting of the bridegroom when he