The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1918-11-28

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CINE y sadly Ia need Of new brains
lust now. I've mind 30 whip them
in shape and bring out Philip Cheyne
\ AZ q writer
+ "Oh. Helen wouldn't that be great
/ Just wish | weren't SO stupid and
could help YOU.
You can help by being just your
sweet. loyable feminine little self, |
can put you right into those stories.
You are the type that's needed here.
SO you see. dearie, you will be the
means OF many big checks going into
that tin box for Philip Cheyns when
| be returns from the war
A little silence fell on the two en-
1 thusiastic girls.
Each felt the sinister chill OF those
three words. when he returns
A month or two passed happily and
healthily by. Helen Randolf took a ire
mendous amount of pleasure In whip
ping the strangely acquired stories OF
Philip Cheyne into shape and as each
was finished giving II a place on the
pages OF the big successful magazine.
They turned out even better than she
had anticipated. She was more than
proud OF her new writer and promi-
nence was given them. The illustra-
tions were delightful.
The checks paid for those stories
were so big that one would have paid
the rent of No. 8 Tidy lane for some
six months. Instead Of paying for any
thing each check was placed carefully
in the tin box that Alice had dug up
while planting the hydrangeas.
The girls had been in the wonderful
straying cottage of Tidy lane some
seven months and five of Philip Chey-
mes stories had been published.
Then, by telegram, came the all-too-
sudden news that Cheyne had been
brought home, a wounded soldier, TO
recuperate In his Long Island cottage.
Helen and Alice were grateful that
he had at least returned alive They
could not help a regret or two at leav-
ing the little village to which they had
both become attached.
A tiny cottage that had not strayed
from the fold but remained In the tidy
row was happily vacant.
'Do you think we could furnish 1t
and when Arthur and ! ore married"
suggested Helen, 1--WE could keep 1t for
a weekend cottage?"
"Greatw agreed Alice, 81 just hate
to leave Tidy lane and 90 back to the
stuffy city"
So together they refreshed No. 8
with understanding flowers, left every
thing attractive for the home coming
of its soldier owner and moved to
No. T.,
Il wish we could peek through the
window and watch him open that box"
pinned Alice, as with four large checks
topping it they closed the box and left |
IL conspicuously on the center table. |
Beside II were the four magazines |
open to display the stories to Philip |
Cheyne.
"Lordy, Lordy!" exclaimed that |
young man when, battered as to body |
but CHEEKY as TO spirits, he arrived In |
No Q, "some good fairies have been |
about my dump" He hadn't |
known Just how good ii would be to |
get back home. In his heart he longed |
for the one being that makes home
home, and knew that he was going on
a still hunt for that one person. He
had been single long enough and now
that he had been humaulzed by the
war and IT'S tragedies he realized the
need Of companionship.
He was so amazed at the seeming
miracle Of his stories that he sat down
and read every word of them before
an hour had passed. He grinned at the
sight of his own name in print and was
delighted beyond belief. The checks,
too were immensely gratifying, but
somehow the queerneSs of fate held
him In silent thought. OF course he
was determined to unearth the good
AIRY Just as his tin box had been I'M
Aarthed.
II would not he difficult for he had
he editor Of the magazine to consult.
'heyne also knew that he was going to
'e able now TO produce more and bet
er stories. Many big things had come
o him ont there In No Mans Land.
Thus IT was that Ire stopped one eve.
ling at Z Tidy lane. and having stopped
lnrerod
Helen always said she saw the way
he wind blew that very first day and
Iot long afierward Alice moved into
he little cottage that had struggled
rom the fold and became it's mistress
nd Helen and Arthur were married
he wcek-endlng in No. Z.
Myths Hard 10 Down.