The Idaho recorder., 1921-11-04
TYPES
BY MILDRED WHITE.

apt Nalh ~ NIdN III MS nudt. bdiluI
had hired the rowboat, just as he had
come IL the crude village along shore.
IN order 10 get in touch with people
and study the types for book. Bar
IONS fiance had told him that his sub
Jects lacked reality.
You ought to live among the folks
you are trying 10 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 ut the old fisherman and
listening to his quaint sayings, Ii came
10 Barton that he was missing much,
stopping at the accustomed Inn. II
this old Swanson would take him
In TO board AZ the neat cottage on the
sands, he would undoubtedly acquire
the personal touch missing In his writ
ings.
Swanson. II seemed, had two daugh-
ters GLORY, the dark one" and
liic ldiI. tlt Nhht uS
better talk first with them about It.
I'VE never calkilated TO take In
strangers" he told the writer. Lilly
| might fuss about Ii. 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'l fuss
in different way. Pretty saucy is
Glory, an outspoken."
The family consultation regarding
his coming lasted three days. Al its
close Swanson the fisherman. greeted
| him with his nearest approach 10 Il
| 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 SEWN out among her flow
ers, Giory'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 n zest of
enjoyment II 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
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-searchcd conscience awak
ened 10 feeble protest, as he dellber
, ately devoted himself to the gentle
Lilly. 1t was a crime 10 play ut max
ing love with so innocently impres
sionable creature. Yet the shy cir
was intensely winning, and she II wa
Z whom he had planned the heroine o
his new story Lilly. with her trust
:. ful blue eyes the rose color flushing
10 her face at each flattering word
!. Freely. as days went by, her time wa
, given TO him as Ia her birds aud flow
, ers. Barton liked TO sit beside LII
!. In the garden, telling her OF that bus
. world beyond. OF It's entertainments an
+, its achievements. Glory angrily woul
6 come to them there.
= Here. you" she would say to hin
=, come In 10 your dinner and sto
:, drawing Lilly out. He is trying {
, learn us to put In a book" she'd war
:, her sister.
In his parlor later Barton went I
the cracked piano and sang "A iov
song for her. Someway or other, h
could not long endure Glory's ange
II was strange.
You have me under discipline, too,
he told her. "as you have your ferc
old dad"
Glory shrugged. Little It's wort
q the trouble" she mocked.
When the time came for Barton I
g. 90 back to the city. he was really
little bit sorry for Lilly. Her wild
y eyes were pathetic, I'm some silent nj
y peal. Glory left him no scruples. 81
s changed his room with alacrity bac
Ia its old order
n "Now." she remarked brusquel
y you'll be going. The old bus is dow
e the road. ] am sorry your book wl
| De no SlffFNS. IL 'hli w l'h h'i
know anything about reading peopl
| read some Of IT,. the other day.
there on your table. And you've g
II us all wrong. We're Just folks lib
e. you or those people In your world.
II ANYBODY. You can say good-by
~ Lilly, II you like she's in her garden
h Barton would rather not have hf
A. 10 say good-by TO Lilly. He dread'
e the expression that would come to h.
d trusting face. But Lilly raised rath
D. absently. her face from a study Of h
b. forget me nots.
,e ut has been nice 70 know you
N she said cheerfully. "and TO hear aho
10 the Mace whore shall live. You -
as met Jack Tabor last year down
h. the inn where you FIRST stayed;
70 are TO be married soon"
o Glory waved him of brisalg.
n A strange sense Of loss POSSESS
70 him as he went down the road.
ts was inexplicable, but be was vast
n, | reluctant to go Slowly he reirac'
AZ, .,.,.z. - t,A fargprfer, his glDy .