The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1921-02-19
HER DESK
sy MABEL W. SANFORD.
CcspyriEAtD

Yes" said Brent, answering the
deferentlally Questioning lock 10 the
eyes OF the clerk, II like these rooms
very much Did you sGy they are the
emily vacant apartment IN the hOusef"
Yes" returned the petite clerk
promptly; "ADd we shouldn't have
these 70 offer only that the young
lady who had them was III, and obliged
TO 80 home.
~ will take the rooms" he said.
"But tell me do all these pictures aud
this desk go with them. or do they
belong TO the young lady?'
"Wcl It's this way" said the clerk
they are to stay here II you wish
them not unless. You see, the young
lady, Miss CnstIeton, Is an nrtist-you
have heard OF her-aBd these pictures
are mostly her own work. She used
this room as a studio. And the desk
Is hers, too.
Stanley Brent was n young man or
enough wealth TO enable him to in
dulge his fancies but he had concen-
trutcd oil his energies and ambitions
upon u novel, which had finally been
accepted by q New York publishing
firm on condition that he would make
certain changes In the plot.
He found his now apartment all that
could be desired In the way OF stimu-
lus. He whimsically attributed his sue
cess to the ChippendAle desk. at which
he did most or his work.
Hanging directly ever TIE Chlpnen.
dale desk, there was one picture which
reused Brent's admiration and lmag.
nation more than all the rest. II was
4 study Of young man, with features
faultlessly Greek, who looked the
| epitome OF youth and poetry and love
1t set Brent to weaving romance
at a faster pace than his own pen
could follow.
yes, that's the man she loves, or
did love when she painted t." he said
to himself as he lighted his brler. and
gave himself up to the joys Of specu-
lation.
| And Brent put down his brier, and
started on a prolonged search for
note from Miss Kingston, who had In.
vited him ~ dine with her and her
| chum.
"Hers ii is," he said at last, spy
ing a blue-gray sheet OF note-paper in
the far corner Of a pigeonhole.
He pulled II out and began to read.
puzzled expression came over his
face. He could not remember hav.
ing received this strange letter:
ut is such Joy TO love you that ]
feel as II must tell you so. fancy
most women don't tell a man that they
love him. They allow him TO do all
that. Well, my heart am different
that is all. sit here looking at your
wonderful face tonight, and II seems
to me that you were born for love,
just as Greek statue was born for
immortality. / cannot help adding my
tribute Of alteration, even while feel
that II win not touch you very deeply.
Why should it2 You must have wearied
before this Of the countless oblatioDs
offered on your altar. Nevertheless,
because I love with love which Is as
fresh and pure as It IL lasting. dare
to tell you so, and sign myself
"Yours devotedly,
ALICE CASTLETON."
This, then; was the way some wom-
On loved. Brent reflected, ne he
carefully replaced the tell-tale letter.
He wished he had ever known that
sort OF girl He made up bis mind
then and there to meet Alice Cas-
Teton, no matter what the pretext.
a. soon as he nnished his novel,
| He did not have to wait long, how
ever. An he entered the house late In
the afternoon OF the next day, he was
. met by the clerk with smile and the
Information that Miss Castlsman was
; In his rooms.
Entering, he saw q plump. merry.
faced girl In the act Of jumping from
a high chair with the fatal picture in
her hands.
rHow do yeu dog' she laughed. ~
suppose you are Mr. Brent Well, I am
Alice Castleton. hope You wont
mind my taking Narcissus.
"The ioquaciQus gentleman al the
: desk tells me you ure literary man.
she continued. stu in seriocomiC
. way. "why don't you put us into a
. story, Narcissus and myself7 I've
] even written him love letters In odd
I moments when I'd nothing better to
. dol"
Finally he summoned up sufficient
e courage TO tell her about the note he
had discovered. and his romantic de
duction. Miss Costleton could not re
strain her mirth.
"And now" she said. (which do you
prefer, Mr.. Brent-the bllghted violet
: OF your fancy or the prosaic realityr
: Brent was silent for moment.
b Might one be permitted TO be glad
: hat a Narcissus seems to be his only
a rlyalT' he said finally.
{ "But you forget" laughed Miss Cas-
u Teton. that Narcissus spells art, an(
+ t.at rrt Is Tong"
n aAfoV moi see VOu apoIn ~ "a.