Evening star., 1917-04-08

Illt- HtN u lduSh uo NIL ~ awe
her eyes We're burning with excitement
now,-"if | should manage to do it, some
how, would you help me?"
I'm afraid my words wouldn't carry
much conviction with your mother, he
replied, laughing. Al am Il salaried man,
you know, and not a very high salaried
man, either"
"Oh | don't mean that" she went on
breathlessly. "I might manage mother.
But need some one near me who under
stands if | should take the bit in my
teeth. | heard father say, before he left
us, that he was thinking of doing some
new, important advertising lou are in
that business, Would you come, if | should
send for YOU some day? Would you help
me that much?'
81 would come and help you, to the
best of my ability, if had to walk from
China" responded Hyatt seriously.
They looked each other in the eyes; and
each instinctively put out hand
"Good night" said the young woman
softly "I may take you at your word.
But, il nothing ever comes of it, ! want
to thank you a thousand times for what
you have said and done"
"Good night, Miss Farnum," replied
Hyatt.
He saw her make her way back to the
villa, the big coat wrapped around her,
her head flung back, her step full of con-
fdence. Then Hyatt slowly went up
Meeting Street to the Select Southern
boarding-place where they had met. He
went in through the gate and sat on the
porch 1t was dark and quiet. Some
thing of dreamy lovelness the young
woman had left with Hyatt. 1t soothed
him, and filled his head with fancies. But
he came back to himself at last, sprang
up, burst into mocking laugh at his own
expense, and said, half aloud.
"Wake up Hyatt! You're asleep. Miss
Farnum is worth a million or so, and
you're an advertising writer at forty dol
lars week. You may meet again-but
not on this planet. Now-go to bed!"
HYATT went back to Chicago the next
afternoon. Like most healthy, am
bilious young men, he felt sort of relief
and renewed life at getting to his desk
again. True, there was coupled with this
feeling vague sense of loss, of interrupted
adventure, such as globe-trotter feels
when he comes back to dig in his garden.
The recollection of that beautiful face,
with its wstful eyes, came back to him now
and then, and stopped him. with quickened
heart. in the midst of piece of copy
But he shrugged his shoulders, looked at
the clock, and pushed on.
Then, one day, he got letter. 1t was
written on that wonderfully fine paper
which Hyatt recognized at once. 1t was
typewriter, too, with comical uncer
tainty of touch that explained the roguish
line at the bottom: Dictated to myself.
Nh dear Mr.. Hyatt
Are you surprised to know that ! have
done it? So am |. / can hardly believe it
yet, even though / am at this minute sitting
in my own office. in the north end of our
factory. laboriously picking out this letter
on one of my own machines.
The long and short of it is, Mr.. Hyatt, that
l am going to hold you to your promise,
unless you have the best excuse in the world.
] want you to come to Farnumvie and be-
come our advertising manager.
Naturally, | find it difficult to talk of salary
with you. to whom l owe so much generous
help and sympathy. Will it be all right for
you to come at your present salary, and let