The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1921-10-22
A Career and a
Name
By II. OXLEY STENCIL.

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Paris. Sacramento, New YORK, New
York. New York. Charleston, Charles
ron I" murmured Elizabeth, as she
uuickly turned over the neat pile OF
letters and glanced at the postmark
q, handwriting on each. With deep
sigh she spread her snowy napkin ana
cyan on her grapefruit.
II distinctly annoyed Elizabeth 70
realize that she had expected post
mark and handwriting which were not
represented in the mornings mali
TINT she had been expecting certain
letter for month.
But It would be the least he could
d. TO write note" She defended
"nnd he must know about
Good morning. Miss Elizabeth.
Marthns silent entrance through the
swinging door had not been observed
by the girl She glanced up quickly.
The face of the woman told her noth-
Ing
Good morning. Martha. My. now
good your waiiles look - and Eliza
beth managed bright smile.
"But she didn't eat EN- like they
was any better than ordinary COOKS
bake an she never read single one
Sf the lcttcrS--not even Mr.. Jack +
reused Martha when, on returning
later. she first surveyed the plate from
which only one golden-hrown waffle
was missing and then the retreatlng
. figure Of the slender girl. shes Just
working too steady in that ilttle
study d hers turning out stories that
the editor men are that eager to get
now. Old Martha sure is proud OF
her child If we did have TO come TO
New York an this here apartment
that don't give breathing space an'
could be set down an lost in the o'c
mansion in Charleston. But who
was II didn't write to her? Everybody
must know-and to think of her caring
So"
Settled in her study, Elizabeth reso-
lutely tore open her mail rs duty
which must be performed before she
tuned to the days program of work.
"Ireedom," her first book, had been
out out n SHUT lilht, h'''
and friends-as wei rs publishers
were congratuIating her upon It's IN
slant success. All except Tom Har-
ris on. oh, well. one couldn't expect
everything in this life! But why was
there no thrll2" She had hoped the
look would be popular and had
counted upon these very letters rs
proof that she had not made mis-
take in choosing n career and New
York for its setting.
Wher left alone ty the sudden
death of her father-so soon after
that of her invalid mother Elizabeth
bad wanted to get away from the ter
rihlc loneliness. There had been much
opposition to her plans upon the par7
of relatives and friends-again with
one exception. Tom Hal rison hau
been sure she would succeed. His be-
lief i'm her had encouraged Elizabeth
against every encouragement mere
editors could indict. And now the
latter were seeking her stories.
She read her cousin Jacks letter
last. 1t was brief and meant to re-
mind her that she had promised tt
dine with him on Thursday and go t.
the theater later. He would cOngratu
late the successful author in person
He would arrive from Baltimore al
five and come right out.
Elizabeth glanced at her calendar
Today was Thursday She must set
tie down to work ut once upon the
serial promised this week.
Five o'clock found her still laboring
Martha had brought In luncheon on /
tray and had fretted and TUNED ovel
'her child losing all her good looks
seting over n desk" As I'm Il dream
Elizabeth heard the ring at the doc
AMI a familiar voice--but IT was no
Until she was confronted by Jack him
self that she remembered he was due
"A fine way to keep IN engagement
Pardon the interruption-bu hasn't |
fellow a right to intrude upon tim'
~ omised to himf"
20. Jack, how glad am to see you
bad no idea Of the time-truly. Ant
this is just finished" Elizabeth spran
. up to greet him.
~ suppose fellow should coun
himself lucky to get any time with
: popular young author
| "Not every one does" Elizabeth re
| tcrted rather vehemently.
| "And so some chap doesn't know
when he is lucky"
Don't, Jack. please! Amuse your
| self and I'll be ready shortly
Jack amused" himself by going on
tc the kitchen and inquiring Of Marth
regarding the care Elizabeth was TAX
lnc, Of herself.
"Nc care at al, Mr.. Jack. She don
even eat Works too hard an some
things worrying her"
WheL Elizabeth entered the book
lined living room Jack, observing he
worn look. exclaimed: ut isn't wort
It. Fuss, not even for fame. Come o.
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