Evening star., 1921-01-23

times. and determined to put 'em int
something that would eArn enough ip
the summer to give me 4 free hand ~
write during the winter. FOR thr~
winters I've been writing stun~
prodieious amounts OF writing stuno
in q little town up in Maine. where
lived cheaply and nobody bothered me.
These three summers I've been rum
ming my shop here and Disgusting MI.
overton and other stony ny-hearted per
sons who didn't know 1 was playing
You certainly played It well. said
Overton admiringly. "But I dodder as
to why you assumed the role you 0id
IT'S a shameful confession" Bart
lett continued. but I had an idea !
/! palmed myself or as q simpenng
idiot. You remember. Jimmie. l used
to take hand in college theatricais.
and that helped. And I was feeling
professional matter. we will say. AS
sort Of business the pale tuberose
stun was big success. The men all
hated me. but the ladies-God bless
They fell for It: they simply ate it
up" cried overton.
Well" Bartlett went on, smilingly.
II got a good deal of fun out of il.
and people were nice to me. mostly. 1t
began to be hard when that young
lduy oNCf kucEo Tau OPPOSITION SnOD
AID openly and shamclessly guyed
me from her window across the street.
She helped my business. though. and
I'm grateful. Luck has favored me
this summer beyond any hope I ever
had. I've sold the serial rights in a
story I've worked at for two years.
and I've got real money for IL: and
that article in the last number OF the
Continental on The Hope OF American
Fiction is mine. It's started a grand
rumpus among the critics"
THAT article yours" exclaimed
Josie, bending upon him a look of
frankest admiration. Why. you tore
1t to pieces at the boarding house
when I was defending it,
THAT" said Bartlett, was merely
for the pleasure of hearing you de-
fend the great Russians. Uncle To-
bias told me that IL / ever got any
body to pay money for any OF my
stun I might wire him. I'm going to
fire a hundred words at him tonight"
The next afternoon the proprietor
Of Mr.. Glendenning's left his shop.
and under the bewildered eyes Of sew
eral of his most loyal patrons. crossed
Main street and entered Miss Will
merdings.
It was nearly 6 o'clock. The last of
Campbell was busily engaged in clear
ing the tables when Mr.. Bartlett strobe
down the aisle.
IF you're looking for Jimmie" she
remarked quickly. hell be here in
minute to take me up to the Over
tons"'
"I'm not looking for Jimmie: want
to see you first" he said. meeting her
ewes steadily. when Jimmie comes
I'm going to tell him I love you and
that you're going to marry me very
soon. so we can make our wedding trip
cover the big foot ball games. But. OF
course, there's no use bothering Jimmie
il you don't care for foot ball"
She nervously fingered spoon on
the table, then lifted her eyes that
brimmed with tears.
II was unkind to you: I treated you
brutally," she said brokenly. And
you took 1t all so beautifully, and then
-then-you had to save me that night
on the lake-just to make me hate my
self forever for-for teasing you as
did and-and@
Jimmie Campbell. entering the shop
at this moment, saw his sister in Fred
Bartlett's arms, and. being gentleman
Of tact and breeding he stopped short
and turned his back until he was sure
Fred had kissed her.
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