The herald., 1915-03-11
STEPHEN AND STORIES
BY DOROTHY BLAcKMoRE.
1915. by the Mcclure Newspa.


| 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. 1t was Sally's treat TO
herself to purchase something for the
equipment of her writing table upon
each glorious arrival Of a check.
Il can write from morning until
shutdown now" she told herself hap
! PLY. Il must sell another story be-
fore | can get the waste basket TO
match" She pondered for a moment.
! Il think will rewrite The Test That
ought to sell-it's good plot"
I 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 its 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 a 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
ly 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 small fiat
A most delightful girl answered the
ring and opened the door wide that
Sally might enter.
Yes, we found the story" the girl
was saying, as Sally followed her into
room that was homelike and coy,
and in which a good-looking young
fellow lolled comfortably while he
scanned the pages of Sally's own man.
uscript. Sally's eyes opened wide and
a flush darted into her cheeks.
"Davie," Madge Cartwright said,
this is Sally Seward. Miss Seward,
my brother, David Cartwright Miss
Seward has come in search of her
story" Madge added, and offered Sally
a chair.
Now for the story" he said with
his boyish laugh that Sally was be-
ginning to wait for. There had not
been so much Of laughter in Sally's
struggles that she could afford to let
slip one golden hour. She rejoiced
that her manuscript had wedged itself
into the chintz drawers, and that she
was sitting beside David Cartwright
while he outlined the plot of an ex-
ceedingly good story.
Il will write it," Sally told him
while Madge's voice came from the
direction of the kitchen humming a !
little snatch of song, land If it |
brings big check, you must promise |
that We three will have a dinner to-
gether." Madge had entered with a
fragrant tray of tea and hot crumpets. |
did you hear that, Miss Cartwright"
Sally questioned.
If the story brings a big check"
she said, l will agree to anything, but
1t would be so comfy to have dinner
here-you may get chicken and fix
ings if you like, but couldn't we cook
1t here? 1t is so much nicer than
restaurants" She glanced eagerly at
Sally and Sally smiled back at her.
linked the eyes of the two
pirlc and Dovia IooEad m, NTH n M |
culiarly interpretive expression.
And l will get seats for the thea
ter" he added. is it CO."
Sally looked from Madge to Davie,
and if there was throb in her throat
no one was the wiser. She put a hand
into each of theirs and clasped them
The hand that Davie held
trembled and his own closed about it.
I'VE will be the best of friends, l
know" Madge said, quickly.
eve are going to be more than
friends" Davie said-but he did not
say it aloud.
Madge knew as she went homeward
hat she would become great writer,
hat her table had grown doubly dear
70 her, and that the little chest Of
,hintz drawers would always be fra
grant with love and happiness and all
hat goes to make life a wonderful
hing. Perhaps she kissed the things
hat had given her happiness, or per-
laps she only ran slim fingers caress-
ngly over them. But Sally smiled.