Middletown transcript., 1921-10-08
TYPES
AS-A-
Bv MILDRED WHITE.

forward to draw in his boat. Barton
had hired the rowboat, just as he had
come to the crude village along shore,
in order to get in touch with people
and study the types for book. Bar
toms fiance had told him that his sub
jects lacked reality.
"You ought to live among the folks
you are trying to write about" she
said. "and catch their atmosphere"
Barton respected his fiance's opin-
ion; she was literary woman her.
self. Sometimes he felt that his own
place in Elizabeth Earrings life was
but a secondary one. Gazing now
whimsically at the old fisherman and
listening to his quaint sayings, it came
to Barton that he was missing much,
stopping at the accustomed inn. II,
this old Swanson would take him
in to board at the neat cottage on the
sands, he would undoubtedly acquire
the personal touch missing in his writ
ings.
Swanson, 1t seemed, had two daugh-
Lilly, the fair" He thought that he'd
better talk first with them about it.
I'VE never calkilated to take in
strangers" he told the writer. LILLY
might fuss about it. She's shy; don't
like folks about; Lilly don't. Salts
fed with her flower garden an birds,
an her little blue boat. Glory'u fuss
in a different way. Pretty saucy is
Glory, an outspoken."
The family consultation regarding
his coming lasted three days. At its
close Swanson, the fisherman, greeted
him with his nearest approach to
smile.
"Glory fatty refused" he said, "but
reckon she was planning for your COM
ing all the while. Somethin' new, you
see. Anyway, when bin out all day
an Lilly sewin' out among her flow
ers, Glory's gone an got your room
ready. It's the front room; was our
parlor."
Barton entered upon his first week
in the shore cottage with zest Of
enjoyment. It was all so refreshingly
unusual. Surreptitiously he jotted
down the old mans sayings. But his
most inspiring study of types were
the sisters. Glory, the scornful, was
a never failing source Of interest. Her
open rudeness to himself was merely
amusing.
what" she asked him contemp-
tuously, "can you write about? You
don't talk clever"
His long-searched conscience awak-
ened to feeble protest, as he deliber-
ately devoted himself to the gentle
Lilly. It was a crime to play at max
ing love with so innocently impress
sionable q creature. Yet the shy girl
was intensely winning, and she it was
whom he had planned the heroine Of
his new story. Lilly, with her trust
ful blue eyes, the rose color. flushing
to her face at each flattering word.
Freely, as days went by, her time was
given to him as to her birds and flow-
| ers Barton liked to sit beside Lilly
in the garden, telling her Of that busy
world beyond Of its enchantments and
its achievements. Glory angrily would
come to them there.
"Here, you," she would say to him,
| come In to your dinner and stop
drawing Lilly out. He is trying to
| learn us to put in book" she'd warn
her sister.
In his parlor later Barton went to
the cracked piano and sang a love
song for her. Someway or other, he
could not long endure Glorys anger.
It was strange.
"You have me under discipline, too"
he told her, ''as you have your fierce
old dad"
Glory shrugged. Little It's worth
the trouble" she mocked.
When the time came for Barton to
70 back to the city, he was really
little bit sorry for Lilly. Her wide
eyes were pathetic, in some silent ap-
peal. Glory left him no scruples. She
changed his room with alacrity back
to its old order.
"Now," she remarked brusQuely.
you'll be going. The old bus is down
the road. am sorry your book will
be no success. It can't be. You don't
know anything about reading people.
lI read some Of II, the other day. In
there on your table. And you've got
M all wrong. We're just folks like
you or those people in your world. or
anybody. You can say good-by to
Lilly, II you like she's in her garden" :"
Barton would rather not have had
to say good-by to Lilly. He dreaded
the expression that would come to her
trusting face. But Lilly raised, rather
absently, her face from Z study OF her
forget-me-nots. :.
1T has been nice to know you,
she said cheerfully, "and to hear about
the place where / shall live. You see,
I met Jack Tabor last year down at
the inn where you first stayed; we
are to be married soon."
GLORY waved him OF br1skly.
A strange sense Of loss possessed
him as he went down the road. 1t
was inexplicable, but he was vastly
reluctant to 60. Slowly he retraced
his steps; he had forgotten his gloves.
He was glad that it gave him an ex-
cuse to return. Glory sat, her head
bowed upon her arms. as he entered
. the room, her shoulders shaking by
silent weeping. Glory, the hardened,
the cold. Barton raised her face, look
/ Ing long into the dark. eloquent eyes
"You! Oh! Glory, my dear! he
whispered.