Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1930-07-25
Nan Had Made
Her Man
BY LEETE STONE

ton. He was the easy to discourage,
sincere and talented type that needs a
definite overture from success to spur
him over the high hurdles down the
track of persistent effort. She had
finally persuaded him to go to New
York.
snow. that's a story" Nan punctu-
ated the climax of one of Tuly's fas-
chatting, fanciful yarns with enthusi-
assn. Write that tonight, Tully."
"Ies, dear" he answered modify,
staring at the flames from the hearth
fire in Mans coy parlor In the little
city of Sioux Bend.
Nan was sure Tuliy would topple
into The bed the moment he reached
his room, sleep until almost time for
his train TO New York, and have to be
scrambled on board by a kindly con-
ductor.
"For cent | wouldn't go, Nan.
Darn 1t! Let's be married on the
money I've saved from the Bugle job
and keep that job. If | can write
at all. | can land from here just as
well as In New York, can't II"
"Oh, Tully, my dear. I'm hoping
New York will fiji you with fire and
fight. You need strife! want you
to 80 over the top. Tell me, where'lI
you finish us reporter for the Bugle?
Why. Tully-at fifty you'll be snug
and satisfied and through"
20. X. Nan child Hate to leave
you, that's all"
Nan Smith sat up late after Tully
left. She was girl with 'front.'" dar-
ing, born Of struggle. She loved
man of true ability who Stunned the
arenas of life. So she sent him to the
greatest arena of them all-New York.
A slim chance. perhaps. Mans blood
danced down from prairie schooner
fighters; Tully's idled down from
panorama Of picturesque southern
planters. Dominance was linked TO
charm.
HAVING arrived ut the Grand Cen
trail, Tully took firm grip on his
typewriter, well-spanked In the In.
tercsts of prairie erudltion; patted
lllG DbNhtl NIlCn Ills
capital-$2O0-a eagerly sought the
hall bedroom where he was to start
his ascent Of Parnassus.
Situated finally, Tully worked hard.
lie wrote mornings and devoted after
moons to seeking market for his fen-
ture stories with editors of all the
papers. He hoped the quality of his
stories would eventually secure him n
regular staff position.
At the end Of six weeks his money
was nearly gone and he had no job ;
but he had tried hard. Competition
offered by clever staff men In the
feature field was too keen to be met
successfully In so short a time. Ed
itOrs were busy men. There were a
score or more applicants for every
vacancy.
Back home Mans heart sank at the
courage shown to cloak discourage.
ment which she sensed In Tullys LET
tiers. She had nursed far fetched
idea for giving him a boost long
time. Now was the moment TO try It.
The time had come for possible
smile from Indy Luck.
Meantime. Nemesis was swapping AT
Tully's heels One morning found him
staring. in deep thought, at small
sunbeam that palpltated on the rag
ged carpet of his garnet room. Knock.
ing AZ the door roughly. the super.
intendent entered.
"YOur rents three weeks overdue,
Mr.. Tully. I'll have to have the room
or the money tomorrow"
Listening to the departing footsteps
as they met each descending stair
with the dutlful clump OF authority,
Tully murmured with the smile that
always won him friends:
"Oh. well things might be worse T"
Footsteps In the hall again, and q
voice drawing. Registered letter for
Mark FULLY" Tnlly signed for the
missive feverlshly. Mans name type
written In the upper corner OF the
envelope
Tully whlsked the letter open and
shook out the contents. A check nut.
tered to the floor. He snatched II I'D
and saw that It was made out 10 him,
for II hundred dollars. from u good
magazine.
Mystified, he muttered, "Some mls.
take!" and searched for note from
Nan which surely must be somewhere
In this folded carbon copy of manu-.
script which the torn envelope re.
yenled. lie found no apparent word
from her!
SO FULLY, In maze of wonder,
straddled his chair and commenced to
read the manuscript. II was titled,
"For the Love OF Mike,"--a name that
raped familiarity at his brain. Nearly
every phrase and line OF the story
fell into line with his dim recollection.
"But didn't write I'll How conner"
he breathed, finishing the story. Then
his eye caught line Of onghand In
Mans handwriting on the lower mar.
gin Of the last page.
"rhls Is the story you told me that
last evening. ! just typewrole II from
memory, and Love Annals hns taken
H. IT'S all yours Buck up ana try
again"
FULLY sat with the manuscript
crumpled In his hand for mnny mo-
ments LOST In the mystery ana Infinite
resource Of Mans love for him.
any story! 10 bp In print. and
paid for-nnd Nan did II. whnt
girl"
II was the touch Oi fire that nude
fighter Of Mark TulIy. Something
soft ana ylpldt. IN his Temperament
WIS hardened Nan had inside her
mHn.
DIR. u. ERNEYHOUGH,