The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1916-02-03

1T Is wonderful-simply wonder.
full" he said. drawing n deep breath:
and then. with a flush OF honest confu.
sion to drive away the work pallor:
"Of course. you know | don't mean the
story; I meant your reading OF II.
Hasn't anyone ever told you that you
have the making OF a great actress In
you, Margery, girl?"
NO"
She was smiling across az him,
l~evel.eyed. Let me pass II back TO
you. dear boy" she said. You have
the making OF a great novelist in
you. 1t may take years and years.
and-and I'm afraid youll always
have to be helped; but II o
a only get the right kind OF
help. :" She looked away, out
across the lake where a ftful breeze
was turning the molten.metal dimples
into laughing wavelets. Then, with
one OF her sudden toplc.wrenchings
Speaking OF help. reminds me. why
didn't you tell me you had gone into
the foundry business with Edward
Raymer?"
Because II didn't occur IN me that
you would care to know. | guess" he
answered unexpectedly. AS n mat.
ter of fact. | had almost forgotten II
myself"
mir. Raymer didn't ask you for
help?"
"No: Il was my " offer"
But he did tell you that he was in
%trouble?"
Yves" h~esitantly.
What kind OF trouble was II. Ken.
meth? | have the best right In the
world TO know"
Griswold Strengthened himself in his
chair and the work.weariness became
n thing of the past.
You can't have a right to know
anything that will distress you"
Foolish" she chided. You may as
well tell me. MIR. Raymer had Dor.
rowed money at roppa's bank. What
was the matter? Did he have to pay
II back-all at once?"
There seemed to be no further open
ms for evasion. Yes; | think that
was the way OF it," he answered.
Griswold expected something in the
nature Of an outburst. what he got
was a transixing glance OF the pas.
sionate sort. quick with open-eyed ad.
miration.
And you just tossed your money in
to the breach as II you had millions OF
II, and by now you've almost forgotten
that you did IT," she exclaimed. Ken.
meth. dear. there are times when YOU
believe II. Are there any more men
like you over on your side OF the
world"
At another time he might have
smiled at the boyish %frankness Of the
question. But 1t was Il better motive
than the analysts that prompted his
answer.
Plenty of them. Margery. girl; too
many for the good Of the race. You
mustn't try TO make a hero out Of me.
Once in a while | get a glimpse Of the
real Kenneth Griswold-you are Civ.
ing me one just now-and it's sicken.
ing. For a moment | was meanly
jealous; Jealous OF Raymer. II was
only the writing part Of me, | hope,
but"
He stopped because she had sudden.
ly turned her back on him and was
looking out over the lake again. When
she spoke, she said See! The breeze
Is freshening u on the water. You
are tagged and tired and needing n
bracer. Let's 60 and do a turn on the
lake in the Clytie."
From where he was sitting Griswold
could SEQ the trim little catbOat, re.
s]plcndent In polished brass and ma.
hogany, riding at It's buoy beyond the
lawn landing.stage. lie cared little
for the water, but the invitation point.
cd 10 a delightful ~prolongation OF the
basking process which had come to be
one OF the chief Injuries OF the Mere.
side afternoons.
AZ the landing stage Griswold made
himself useful, paying out the sea line
OF the movable mooring buoy and haul,
ing on the shore line until the hand.