The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-06-13

BY ELvIA a. sPAulDINa.
"Flintyille Junctioni"

the little country station, ana among
them Clarice Maxwell who, If one
judged by her expression. was starting
on anything but q pleasure trip. she
wandered aimlessly up the aisle, sink
Ing into the first vacant seat. Unques-
tionably she was bored at the prospect
of the coming journey, but mt her
aunt's urgent invitation she had de-
cided to spend the winter In the city.
Her parents had gladly consented, hop
ing that the change might help her 10
forget her failure as an illustrator.
Firmly resolving to forget her
troubles she opened her magazine ana
turned to the big serial of the year.
written by the poplar young author.
Winston Arnold. This particular in
stallment seemed to be OF d humorous
nature, for before She realized 1t she
had burst into a peal Of laughter;
& For several minutes'the young man
sharing her seat had~been regarding
her not altogether with an air OF In
difference. Clarice recovered hefsei1
with a start and turned confusedly to
meet the gaze of a pair of humorous
brown eyes.
"Oh, / beg your pardon" she SIAM
mered, "really, quite forgot where
was"
Don't mind me-" he replied, smil-
ing, "but 1t must be very entertain
ing author who can thus hold ones at
tention so completely"
surely you are reading winston
Arnold's new serial? He does write
so naturally. adore his stories, don't
your"
"Er-yes-rve read most of his writ
ings," the color quickly mounting to
his cheeks.
And then she added. 1.-THE illustrat-
ing is wonderful. too. i am particular
ly interested in that, us have attempt
ed something of the sort myself"
Indeed? DO you find the work In
terestingT'>
~ love it," she replied earnestly,
"but I have learned by bitter expert
eDce that the road to success is d diff
ficult one"
perhaps T may be able to helptyou
If you would care to let me, ms / have
very dear friend who Stands quite
high in the literary worli."
THANK you, but couldn't accept
so much from stranger" she replied.
"This will be nothing for me to do
and l shall consider 1t a fayor y you
accept" he answered. J
She sat for moment wondering IL
shA ought to consider this Unusual
Offer. Would her father and Mother
approve Of it? Yet, after MI, oneSmust
take some chances in life, and ESPECIAL
~ one which might lead to her long
dreamed Of success.
Impulsively she turned and said, u
will accept your offer and can never
thank you enough for your kindness
AS the train drew into the great ter
minal, he hastily scrubbed an address
on card and handed il to her. Slow
" they made their way through the
crowd and hailing u taxi he say hei
safely on the way to her. aunt's house
Within two weeks Clarice found her
self illustrating the stories of un OBJ
scure author True there was nd fame
In what she was doing now. Still she
had hopes Of something greater, ant
| all this had come about through thu
assistance Of Harold Martin, whom SHE
had met on the train. Oh, yes, 1t wa!
Harold now. He certainly was one o.
the finest men she had ever met,
And then one day Clarice's phon,
rang and Harold's voice said. "WinstoI
| Arnold's illustrator has met with ia
| tai accident and his next instalmen
has to be illustrated, Immediately.
have spoken to him about you, and h
has consented to let you try. Go tt
| his home ut once"
During this speech Clarice was fair
ly gasping for breath. But dom
believe could do it," she said, ner
| vously.
"Oh, yes. you can. Come right along.
And he smiled as he hung up the re
| ceiver.
When she arrived at the author
house, she was met by Harold Martin
I'm SO glad you are here, HafOld 7
| cried Clarice. Somehow l shant fee
quite so in awe of him II you're there.
There's nothing to be afraid of He
| Just an ordinary man like myself"
But just imagine me interviewini
the great Winston Arnold Wellt-lea'
me to him."
He hesitated. "Clarice, have som,
thing to tell you before"
"Please walt until after this is pver,
she answered hurriedly. I'm 50 mel
vous."
i "But-er-I have been deceiying 20,
Clarice. Winston Arnold and Harol
Martin are the same man." he blurte
forth. t." ~
| WHAT" she gasped. rYou--winsto
Arpoldr
"Yes, Clarice, am hey'
Somehow not a word could she u
ter, so Ire hurried on. Besides chat,
want you to sign a contract to be IN
wife, ana Illustrate my storiesl frol
now on. viii your"
After hesitating for what seemed q
eternity to Winston. she managed {
reply falteringly, why. Of coutse,
.,you insist" .f.fAi
| And then he kissed. her. I y
| Such p contract Such kissy
| Copyright. 1913. by the Mcclure New