The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-05-09

 "so what say is," sheiia wac saying, ''as one has got to live there's no good being squeamisll. If you go into fifteen editions with young ladies of questionable status and the men who pay their bills, why not do 1t unless you are in- dependent and can write what yom please and tell creditors and editors 0 go to the devil? It's common sense. But Earl can't see 1t. What's the good of doing beautiful stuff like his if no one will ever buy it?"
 ''what indeed?" Earl asked gently.
 I experienced a sense of spiritual discomfort. "The English have q very useful term," I said vaguely, They say on the right side on the wrong side Earl, suppose, thinks that the sort of stuff lie writes is on the right side
 And that the sort of thing I write is on the wrong side. All say is that Earl can't afford to have his own ideas about literature just as the moment. My stuff may be on the wrong side of art, but the fact of the matter is it pays for the house. Results are what count to- day. I'm an American. mean fo get on."
 Earl was smiling his gentles slightly satirical smile. He walked with me to my train and left me before 1t came in. "Good-by," he murmured. "It'z. mostly unlikely that we will meet again but you will see Shcfla undoubtedly"
 On particular afternoon year later T had been sleeping in q dignified attitude of refined decor um most of the way from Philadel- phia to New York when the stop at Manhattan Transfer woke me. The woman who had been seated across the aisle from me got out and left her magazine. reached for it, and my eye chanced upon the title of tale.
 Passions Winepress, by Shciia Denisse."
 And. going to the Carlton for . bite of dinner, whom should find at the table next to mine but Shei- Ia Denisse herself.
 She saw me at once, and as was
 alone she did the proper thing, in troduced me to her companion and asked me to join them. At first '
 could not make out whether he
 was her husband or her brothers He proved to be her literary agent. | Through the entire conversation she did not refer to Earl in any way - I assumed, therefore. that he was either dead or ditched. The talk was all in regard t0 Sheila's triumphs, her manager re- | ferring to her affectionately as this little goid-mine". He paid for the dinner, including mine, In spite of my protests.
 By the time tea was served { was thoroughly miserable. | thought of Earl with hls dark breeding face and agile ways. dex- trous and swift of hand, not given to speaking much, and . feeling Of | utter sadness stole over me. might succeed.
 The walter had brought tea and was ministering to the tiny cups. Into Sheila's cup. without sn- quiry, he dropped three humps. { watched them slipping in: they made so little sound. "Two," said the literary agent. "One." murmured. looking up. The waiter smiled down at me =. a gentle. slightly satirical smile. His eyes met mine for the one in- stant necessary for one man Co
 plead with another. Only few
 minutes later the check wa
 brought. and the bill was paid, Only I had happened to see those three Jumps dropping into Sheila'9 cup unasked; only had happened to look up at the man who put them there.
 Copyright, 1895, The Chicago Daily News, Inc. .