Evening star., 1931-06-07

How on earth :"
Naturally they laughed; and then felt less
constraint.
What was yours?" said he.
mo, yours first"
well, think was just going to ask how
on earth you ever came to be doing this sort
Of thing"
Perfectly simple I was trying to write
fiction when my father died and something had
to be done. pestered every newspaper in town
until finally the Planet took me on.
"I jumped at every chance they gave me and
one day awoke to the fact that I'd classified
myself as q sob sister with q side line in sports.
But I'm determined to write q great novel some
day. And there you have Barbara Belts. Not
much IN very little Now for mine!"
She had a way of wriggling about aS she
talked. Used her graceful little hands good
deal and kept shifting her position. Abruptly
she leaned out on the typewriter Looked
straight at him.
This was it-who earth you?"
He took his time about thinking out what
he'd say.
"You may have noticed that hast night was
my first appearance here In Boston" He heSi-
tated. We'll arranged that on purpose.
seemed to feel that the time had come when
{. oh. there's no need of going too deeply into
the story but took it for granted some
body or other'd recognize me. Here Looked for
1t in the papers this morning. But there wasn't
. word Just Burke. The Terrible Tim stuff.
III confess was puzzled"
"Then you came up here expecting your story
whatever it is-to break last night?"
Eyes. In way. well-yes. I had a sort
Of private purpose in mind"
who are you?"
1.-THE name is Wilbur. George Wilbur.
"Not-not-" The hazel eyes blazed up
"You're q college man! You played foot ball!"
He nodded.
"How perfectly amazing! Terrible Tim is
WIFI oSo1,f
ting champion!"
Perhaps"
Everybody says so. Mr.. Wilbur, will
you give me this story?"
IF you want it
'If want it! . E. Tell me-you spoke
here"
IF you don't mind won't go into that.
went into this thing well, please leave
ali that out"
The money would explain q good deal"
well yes. In q way that's part OF
It," He paused. And it's pretty surprising.
I've made about $4,000 in q little over six
months. If can throw Cahoon and hold the
championship for. say, year. I'll be able to
do what really want"
what do you really want to do?"
"Write"
"Write?" She laughed out loud. Forgive
me. but it's perfectly bewildering. I'm afraid
I'll wake up. What a story!"
MIS-. BeCtS brought IN Tea at Ck1lS pO1nt. 6nc
apologized for the chipped teapot. But Bar
bara apologized for nothing. Indeed. the girl
was so inspirting that when he was leaving he
asked her to lunch with him the following day
ut the hotel where he was stopping.
The story Of George Wilbur was spread over
three columns of the Planet that next morn
ing. He read it at breakfast, with mixed
feelings.
At he went down to the lounge to meet the
girl. And there found himself face to face
with Mildred.
They would have met of course. One way
or another. It was more than seven months
since he'd left her, outside here, by her road
ster. He'd been considering. since reading
over Barbara Belts story. calling her up. She
knew now. Shed have to know.
The cobalt eyes were bent upon him. But
not smiling You could see that she was dis
turbed. An odd thing was that they hadn't
shaken hands. Not yet. A feeling that she
might not approve Of professional wrestlers
kept his hands at his side. The PierceS were
extremely correct people-her brothers and ALL
His tongue had seemed to freeze. He'd
better say something. Why not the truth?
az didn't answer your notes. Mildred, BE-