Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-02-04

ner burden IN Sandry's lap, showerinF
him with the blood of the bleeding.
hearts She did not look at him. Then
they trotted away around the corner
10 the shed and Sandry's lips tight
ened pitifully as he gathered up each
smallest spray Of the woodstreasures
Where she stood hack agains; the
wail, one hand at her pulsing throat.
Miss Ordway saw that tightening If
the lips. the droop that came into the
-2ns whole face, and her ewes mar.
sowee and hardened like a cats.
That night she came TO him in the
eating room.
Walter" she said. I'm stuck in
the middle Of q chapter. Will voa go
over few pages with me and give me
the benefit Of a man 5 ideas
He smiled
n afraid mine win not be Of much
account. but such as they are YOU are
welcome TO them"
They viii answer" said Miss Ord
way. "a woman cannot write from her
self for men-she must write from
man 10 man. III bring my manuscript
out here"
And turning, she went from him TO
the sanetuar- Of the little south room
When she returned she carried a hand.
ful Of closely typewriter pages.
They drew up one of the pine
benches, spread out the manuscript be
tween the catehup bottles and sat down
together.
instantly with the touch Of the shift.
ing sheets in her fingers Miss Ordway
seemed to drift away from the per.
sonal- She became detached. absorbed.
swallowed VI in the thran of WORK
and Sandry had q feeling OF what such
WORK must mean to one
Now see, she said, half excifedlv.
here is the point about which am
a trifie IN doubt But 1 viii have to
sketch the situation for yea so Won
can SET grip on st."
She turned toward him. spreading
ont far Oh the paper one exquisite
band Among her other hidden vani.
ties, Poppy Ordway cherished an nor,
dinaie pride in these hands of hers
and she knew their value and their DO
t6hcy e the last atom
With an unconscious appreciation
sandry now looked down at il where
it spread across the page. Uncon,
sciously, TOO his mind caught a shad.
owy. compar5son-the memory of the
olive-colored. slim hands of the girl
Siletz But she was speaking and he
looked again.
Now suppose my hero is confront
ed with a man-his friend. it hap
pens-who. in the plausible and M
Improbable methods Of modern bust.
ness. has calmly become possessed OF
my hero's wealth. There is 20 pos.
sihse way OF touching the swindler. for
it has been done in a manner that
gives it the seeming Of legality YET
the victim knows in his heart that the
other IS thief Now here is my
point"
Miss Ordway was talking slowly as
If thinking carefully and no one listen
ing would have suspected that the
words she uttered we're purely me.
chanical. having been written out and
memorized that afternoon. and that
her mind was busy with q different set
Of ideas. IN fact. this was what she
was thinking. tabulating rapidly a set
Of items.
Widening eyes--aroused interest
abnormal. Fingers tapping the table
startled nerves. No suspicion. but as
tonishment at SO unique a coinci-
dence.
Aloud she was going on: Suppose
my hero 10 be q modern man Of aver
age good principles. could be bring
himself TO steal back deliberately an
amount equal to, or compromising for.
the amount stolen from him. and not
consider himself q criminal? Could he
90 out among men with his head up,
not dseming himself a thief? And
would the modern man Of average
honor do such a thing"
Miss 0rdway was leaning forward
seemingly absorbed 10 her problem
her eyes on sandrys face. where con
fieting expressions were struggling
for the mastery.
in a momeutl" she was saying to
herself. eager as a hound, in a mo
ment he VIII commit himself,7 for the
bright blue glance Of the young owner
wpvered a bit, he opened bis lips shut
his hand upon the oilcloth and his jaw
hardened with tautened muscles.
NO, He wouldn't be a thief-that
would DC the right Law.
Every nerve IN Miss Ordways body
jumped. though there was no outward
sign. as the tension that had been
growing between them snapped with
the voice Of SiIetz
The girl had stopped on the far side
Of the room aanoueed By either. and
nov she stood leaning forward with
her hands upon IRE table her braids