The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1922-02-21
TYPES
BY MILDRED WHITE.

VI Tue uNtefnian VINO came snuuluI
forward to draw In his boat. Bartor
had hired the rowboat, just as he hat
come to the crude village along shore
In order TO get In touch with peopls
and study the types for book. Bar
toms fance had told him that bis 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 secondary one. Gazing now
whimsically at the old fisherman and
listening to his quaint sayings, IL 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-
tiers. "Glory, the dark one." and
'gAiiy, the fair" lie thought that he'd
better talk first with them about n.
"we. never calkilsted 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 different way. Pretty saucy Ia
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 q
smila.
GLORY fatty refused" be said, but
reckon she was planning for your com
ing all the whila Somethin' new, you
see Anyway, when bin out all day
an Lilly SEWN out among her fiow-
era 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 a zest of
enjoyment 1t was all so refreshingly
unusual Surreptitiously he jotted
down the old mans sayings. But his
most inspiring study of types we're
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 abouti You
don't talk clever"
ened to feeble protest, as he deliber-
ately devoted himself to the gentle
Lilly. 1t was a crime to play at max
ing love with 50 innocently impress
sionable a creature. Yet the shy girl
was intensely winning. and she 1t was
whom he had planned the heroine Of
his new story. Lilly, with her trust
full blue eyes, the rose color nushing
to her face at each fiattering word.
Freely, as days went by, her time was
given to him as to her birds and now-
ers. Barton liked to sit beside Lilly
In the garden. telling her Of that busy
world beyond, Of its entertainments 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 love
song for her. Someway or other, he
could not long endure Glory's anger.
1t 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 Knocked.
When the time came for Barton to
20 back to the city, he was really a
little bit sorry for Lilly. Her wide
eyes were pathetic, In some silent APP
peal Glory left him no scruples. She
changed his room with alacrity back
to its old order.
NOW" she remarked Drusquely,
you'll be going. The old bus is down
the road. l am sorry your book will
be no success. II can't be. You don't
know anything about reading people.
read some of it. the other day, in
there on your table. And you've got
us all wrong. We're just folks like
you or those people in your world, or
anybody. You can say good-by to
Lilly, If 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 a study Of her
forget-me-nots.
at has been nice to know you"
she said cheerfully. "and TO hear about
the place where l shall live. You see.
met Jack Tabor last year down at
the inn where you first stayed; we
are 10 be married soon"
Glory waved him on briskly.
A strange sense Of loss possessed
him as he went down the road. II
was inexplicable, but he was vastly