The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1918-11-14

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zine In sadly In need Of Dew brains
just now. I've q mind TO whip them
in shape and bring out Philip Cheyne
as q writer"
"Oh, Helen! wouldn't that be greatf
/ just wish I weren't SO stupid and
could help you"
"You Gun help by being just your
sweet. lovable 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 mnny big checks going into
that tin box for Philip Cheyne when
he returns from the war"
A little silence fell on the two en-
thusiastic girls.
Each felt the sinister chill OF those
three words. ''when he returns"
A month or two passed happily n
heaithlly by. Helen I,andolf took d ire
mendous amount of pleasure In whip
ping the strangely acquired stories OF
Philip Cheyne into shape and as each
was finished giving 1t a place on b
pages of the big successful magazine.
They tur ed out even better than she
had anticipated. She was more than
proud of her new writer and promi-
hence was given them. The lllustra-
lions were delightful.
The checks paid for those stories
were SO big that one would have paid
the rem Of No. Q 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 I'm the wonderful
~straying cottage Of Tidy lane some
ven 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 Ia 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 II
and when Arthur and l are married."
suggested Helen. we could keep II for
a weekend cottagef"
"Great!" agreed Alice, 81 just hate
to leave Tidy lane and go back to the
stuffy city"
So together they refreshed No. o
with understanding flowers. left every
thing attractive for the home coming
Of its soldier owner and moved to
No. Z.
81 wish we could peek through the
window and watch him open that box"
pinned Alice. as with four large checks
topping II they closed the box and left
1t conspicuously On the center table.
Beside 1t 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 I'm
No. o. "some good fairies have been
fiutterIng about my dump" He hadn't
known just how good 1t would be to
get back home. In his heart he longed
for the one being that makes a 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 humanized by the
NvnF Qnd tie tr0~AJtno H.. -A.uxl A.
need Of companionshIp.
He was 80 amazed Mt 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 W name In print and was
delighted beyond belief. The checks.
too, were immensely gratifying. but
somehow the qneerness Of fate held
him In silent thought. OF course he
was determined to unearth the good
fairy Just as his tin box had been un-
earthed.
II would not he difficult. for he had
the editor Of the magazine to consult.
Cheyne also knew that he was going TO
be able now to produce more and bet
ter stories. Many big things had come
to him out there I'm No Mans Land.
Thus II was that he stopped one eve
ming at 7 Tidy lane. and having stopped
fingered.
Helen always said she saw the way
the w''d blew that very first day, and
not long afterward Alice moved into
the little cottage that had struggled
from the fold and became Its mistress
ana Helen and Arthur were married
the week-ending in No. z.