The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1917-03-22
The First
Prize
~ II
BY Frances Elizabeth Lanyon
Copyright. 1917. by W. @. Chapman.) }


vivid picture filed his mind. His men
tai vision woye n glowing fairy trail
of thought--travel, renewed ward
robe, better living quarters and-Shir-
ley.
Prize or no prize ms his award might
be, he had one overpowerlng satisfac-
uon-though competing for the same,
he had come across Shirley Moore and
that meant delight and longing, and
hope ut times only, for he was poor
and obscure and was finding the lit
erary path neither one of roses or re-
ward.
A frail stipend attended certain
newspaper writing part of the day.
Roscoe had leisure for real literary
work and had completed n novel. 1t
was the day the last page was written
that he noted an advertisement in n
bookman's magazine. Duryea & Nevis,
publishers, offered three prizes for the
three best novels handed in within
ninety days. The first prize was five
thousand dollars. The novel was ready
for immediate delivery. He packed up
his manuscript neatly and went direct
to the Office of the publishing firm.
Then-Shirley. She was the secre-
tary of Mr.. Woods, editor of the estab-
lishment. She was, as well, the infor-
nation clerk, when not engaged in
taking dictation. There was something
of n mutual but unspoken exchange of
soulful sentiment through the inter-
change of glance.
Beyond taking the manuscript, giving
1t number and encouragingly compli-
menting Roscoe on having made the
first entry in the competition, the love-
ly young secretary had nothing further
to say during later calls of the anx-
ious author, except TO express the
hope that he would win the award. The
reading of the novel rested with Mr.
Woods, she told Roscoe simply. As to
the later visits of Roscoe they were
purely incidental and resulted from
his CHANGING to come across Miss
Moore in restaurant. She nodded and
smiled and even moved her chair at
the table, tactfully inviting his COM
pany.
He was, indeed, nothing loath, and
she showed that she liked this manly
young fellow. He dropped in at the pub
fishing Office one day as if quite casual
ly. The acquaintanceship ripened. He
invited her to the theater on the
strength of free passes. The friendship
grew and there was a mutual pleasure
experienced in discussing the past,
their hopes and their future.
Roscoe called upon her one evening
and found her more CHEEKY and sympa-
thetic than ever. She had some news
for him, she said, but oh he must
guard intelligence as strictly conf
Dental.
"Mr. Woods is very much taken with
your story" she bubbled over and the
glad news nearly took his breath away.
II am so glad,"-he voiced and the
lure of that first prize dazzled as in
fancy it dangled enticingly before his
eyes.
"Yes," pursued Shirley animately, 81
overheard him discussing it with Mr.
Duryea. He said that your story was
the most attractive yet presented. Oh
I do so hope your good fortune will
Come to your
"And if 1t does" reflected Roscoe as
ne walked home on air, 'you, my sweet
little wild rose, shall share it with me
If you willw
Then came dark days. Roscoe lost
his insecure position with the news
paper. He found other work, which
was of the cheapest hack-writing char
acter and barely provided for food ans
his room rent. He kept away from
Shirley now, for his overcoat haC
grown shabby and he could pot afforc
to take her to the entertainments they
formerly had shared.
She met him turning a street corner
one morning. Her color came and
went rapidly. Her hand pressure
thrilled him, for it was feryent and
genuine.
II do not see much Of you these
days, Mr.. Merriam" she observed.
II am dreadfully busy" ayerred Ros
coe with an airiness poorly affected
"AIy work Is constant, confining ant
poorly paid. But oh F.! the better times
when ! win that first prlze!"
She detected the false ring in hi!
tones. She pressed him to call at TIN
Office when he passed and she choket
down dreary little sob as she parted
with him, for in flash in her plying
womanly way she read the truth
pride, poverty and struggle.
She had found so much to respec
and admire in the man--reverence
genius. He was true and good, witt
noble aspirations. Some of the loft,
thoughts he had enunciated during thu
brief companionship had Influenced an'
elevated her simple life of toll. Sh'
knew in her secret heart that she lovet
him. And he, amidst the desolation o.
unwortbv litarorv andpnyor his spiritj