Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-08-02

done her a favor, she had done him
one, the afternoon was flying, and she
must get to work.
81 sayI" He was thoughtful for a
moment. Il have a plan. l wonder IL
you care to listen to it. Perhaps its
a dream as you say because it's about
Keech, but do you know that stuff Of
yours is too good for Stokes and
Friehausen. They'll never make a
fortune for you nor the name for you
hat Keech would. l used to be in the
music business myself, and l think l
know a little bit about it,"
you're versatile, aren't you'll !" smil-
ed Sue. "Lineman, music man what
are you now?"
"Climber-and window cleaner"
They both laughed.
"Well, go on" said Sue.
"And l have a friend who is sort Of
a confidential advisor of Keech. l
have influence, you see, that way.
Moreover, I know the things he likes,
his hobbies, too. Would you mind
collaborating with me? That is, may
make a few suggestions?"
Certainly" she answered reluc-
family. "Only music isn't like a new
dress, to be ripped up and altered to
the wearer's taste. 1t must stand as
created"
"Yes, of course, the main fabric.
But the technique may be changed. ]
wish you'd let me help. I'm sure
Keech would consider your work. It's
wonderful. Truly wonderful"
And at last Sue consented.
For many evenings following they
worked. Needless to say, the mar ap'
peared thereafter by the elevator route
and always correctly dressed.
my nam doesn't matter" he said,
'It won't appear on the score. I'm
in this to help you, not myself. Just
call me John Smith, and when the
work is done, you need see me
again if you do not wish. l rather in
truded myself on your affairs unin-
vited and it is not necessary that l be
a factor in your life after the cycle is
complete"
But you have becOme-I mean l
shall miss you very much" said Sue.
''Then, that is up to you. l still hold
to my theory that 1 must count for
nothing as I am"
1t was new logic for the girl. "Keech
is not the only queer one" she thought
rather Indignantly and a little bit hurt.
She had learned to value the friend
ship and to respect the fine mind of
-. - Al $1,000 4Hr,.0 rhn bod
thought of the window cleaning with
conjunction.
"How did I dare?" she wondered.
Then comforted herself. ut was the
shirt sleeves, of course"
Keech accepted the song cycle when
she sent it, with a courteous word of
praise, and offered her a royalty that
almost caused her to swoon with de-
light.
One afternoon at the opera, Kitty
Carstairs, who had taken her, said:
There's Keech, the great producer
and composer, in that box. But, OF
course, dear, 1 forgot you must know
him. He's taken your song cycle"
Sue turned red, then white, then red
again, but she answered quite com
posedly. "Oh, yes, I know him."
It was her window cleaner.
Once home she wrote this note.
"My Dear Mr.. Keech-Tve just
learned who you are. 1 under
stand your desire to keep away
from me after the dreadful things
1 said about you, and the awful
thing 1 asked you to do. But al
though l don't even dare to ask
you to come back as a friend,
won't you come to let me ask your
forgiveness. ~Remorsefully yours,
SUSAN PAGE"
He replied in person.
SIN not coming as a friend" said
David Keech. I'm coming as a lover.
I've loved you, 1 think, eve since /
heard your music that day from my
window and climbed over the adjoin-
ing roof and up your wall. Won't you
marry me, Sue?" he pleaded.
evil you clean the w~indows?" she
asked archly.
"Even that" he promised.