Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-04-08

L ING way, OIu lOp, h"NS sS'
X started to draw any pretty little
pictures yet for anybody"
We were back In the sun parlor, the
Durkees, Dloky and I. Little Mrs.
Durkee had brought my mother-in-law
with us, and my father had promised to
join us when he had finished going
through the Sunday newspapers. With
a high hand Dicky had enforced my
cordial invitation to dinner, SO as Al
fred Durkee put 1t. we were all set
tied for a sewing society gossip
l watched Dicky narrowly at AL
fred's question, saw fash in his eyes an
eagerness which he carefully kept out
of his face and voice. 1t confirmed a
suspicion which l had entertained ever
since he came home. suspicion that
things We're not going quite satisfac-
torily with him. that he wasn't receiv-
ing the orders for illustrations which he
had confidently counted on.
eff l Wanted to-"
OF course knew that D!cky felt r.
real reason Cor anxiety. II he
chosen to 81 10 the city and renew l.
acquaintance with the art editors j
had known before entering the service
he would no doubt have secured more
work than he could have done. But
have learned that Dicky has code o
his own concerning his work, n code
which has arisen, l fancy. from the un
usual success that has been his. J
heard an editor once describe him as &
thoroughly spoiled lad" and Tn
afraid the appellation was justified.
any rate. he hadn't lifted the tradition
finger since he came home to remind hi
former associates that he was ono
more in the illustrating game, and
was sure that this tentative questlc
from Alfred Durkee was the first l.
had heard concerning his work.
Not line he returned careless,
I've jusC been idyllicly lazy. when
haven't been dancing attendance on on
invalid"
He smiled at me lovingly. and fe'
a lessening OF the weight which ha
settled on my heart with the reveIat!o
of Edith FairfaN's presence overseas
well. are you in shape to work whe
you condescend to think about
again."
There was something more than idl,
curiosity in Alfred Durkees voice TIL
time. recognized the note of bushes
the art editor tone" had dubbed
long ago.
Sure thing!" Dicky returned. "I'r
not a southpaw you know" indicatin
his bandaged left hand. Il could begh
today If I wanted to-"
If wanted to" Just listen to him.
Mr.. Durkee exclaimed You absolutel,
are the LATEST devil that even breathcd
Here I've been digging In for almost
week"
Dicky Is Interested.
Now, Alfred" his mother interposeC
in shocked tone. You know you
never went to the office until day be
fore yesterday"
well, II that isn't almost week, !
don't know what is" her son returned
unabashed.
Thank you, Mrs. Durkee." Dicky rose
and made her a grandiose salutation. II
am glad to see that you never let ma
ternal prejudice cloud your sense OF
Justice
You'll have good. swift right
handler cloud your five senses II you
don't shut up and listen to me-" Alfred
Durhee said wrathfully. I've got ono
of the finest little Jobs over at the house
you ever laid your eyes on, II you
could ever get the sleep out OF your
eyes 1 think you'd be interested"
Shoot" Dicky said laconically. set
Ting himself in an eXaggeratedly indo-
lent attitude in his chair. But l saw
that he was keenly attentive under
meath his careless mask, saw that Al
fred Durkee knew It also.
IT'S a new serial by W." Mr. Dur
kee began, naming one of the biggest
American authors, "the first he's done
in three years. It's a hackneyed thlns,
but you know he could take the multi
p,ication table and leave you at the
end of each chapter with your tongue
hanging out
Dicky grunted an assent, pulled laEily
at his pipe.
''The heroine is a sheltered. old-style
southern girl breaks loose. goes 10
France as a war worker, then AFTER
war tries to At in old southern town.
marry man she used to be engaged TO.
all that sort OF rot. There isn't much
war in II, in fact, he's cut out a lot OF
stun. and written In scads of new dope
since the armistice, but it's cracker
lack. l can't remember all the side lines
he has in II. But here's the cream OF
the Joke.
you remember the drawings you
made for that other southern story. the
one Edith Fairfax posed for? Well, II
seems those took WIS eye. and he wants
the same artist. and II possible the same
model for his own little brain child.
What do you say?"
Dicky took his pipe from his mouth,
looked at 1t refiectively.
Wonder If Miss Fairfax would pose"
he said. ut would be the devil of a job
getting another model Just like her. But
trot over the manuscript anyway. I'll
take look at It and let you know what
decide"