Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 13, 1913, Page 2

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By AUGUSTUS GOODRICH SHER: WIN. “Miss Ainslee,” spoke the sternog- rapher of the editor, coming into the ante-room where two persons sat. One of them, the lady, arose. The other, a young man who had been si- lently, speculatively observing her, saw her lip quiver as the messenger from the sanctum beyond handed her a roll which Ronald Dawson - well knew to be manuscript—rejected man- uscript—for he could read the blight. ed hope, the sinking soul in the sen- sitive, delicate face of its recipient. Everything about her, despite the well-mended glove tips, the made-over last eeason’s hat, the shabby but neat- ly-fitting shoes, told that she was a lady. She was too serious just now to show out the kindliness that lurked back of her anxious eyes, but intelli- gence and soulfulness had attracted him, and he could not keep his glance from her, nor repress his earnest pity as she left the room. Then his mind reverted to his own affairs, as in a few moments his turn came. The messenger approached Dawson. It was to say: “No specials this week, Mr. Daw- son.” The young man, writer and amateur artist, shrugged his shoulders resign: edly and started to leave the rvom. A somewhat bitter expression crossed his face, as he reflected over the hard and disappointing ways he had elected to follow because there was poetry in A | | ) [ I “We WIll Make It $50 Aplece.” his soul, and he could not resist its urgings. Then his foot struck some small object and pushed it along the floor in front of him. Dawson picked it up, to find it to be a small netted purse. “Why, this must belong to the young lady who was just here,” he de cided. “It came from just where she' sat. Miss Ainslee? I wonder what her address 1s?” ! He opened the purse. It contained a few pieces of silver, a scrap of pa per and a folded card. An expression | of real pain darkened his brow as he‘ | she had ever been as to the unccrtn(nl field of literature, and was brighter himself for such sweet ship. 2 Dawson did not see his little friend | during the next month, He had no ex: cuse for calling upon her, although he would have liked to do so. One day he received a letter from a local mag: azine, asking him to call. “You are Mr, Dawson, the writer of this series of stories based on the Mexican revolution?” questioned the editor, moving a Leap of manuscript. Dawson bowed assentingly. His} heart beat high with hope. It was not to, be daunted this time, it seemed, for the man of fate added: “We are very much pleased with them, and have concluded to accept them. The number is just right. We will make it fifty dollars apiece.” Fifty dollars apiece—six hundred dollars in all! Dawson’s head swam He could not speak. The splendors of sudden wealth dazzled and dumbed him. “Your manuscript arrived just in time,” went on the editor. “We had another series offered us from—let me see,” and its speaker examined an: other roll of manuscript. “Ah, yes; a Miss Margaret Ainslee. Her stories are exquisite little gems, but yours are somewhat stronger in masculine color, and—" The editor paused, staring in some wonderment at Dawson. Before the eyes of the latter there rose a sudden pleading picture of a patient, hopeful little woman, waiting on a decision that meant bread or none for her. He was a man, strong to meet the buffets of an unkind fate, but she—it seemed as though those remembered gentle eyes of hers aroused in him all the nobility of his nature, “I am sorry,” he said, simply, “but | have decided to use the sketches else where.” After that, when the old dreams of fame and fortune came to Dawson, he would close his eyes and fancy a | bright, happy face glowing over a firsf | substantial check from a publisher | One afternoon he was on his way home, when a breathless voice calling his name halted him. He turned tc face Margaret Ainslee, radiant in new attire, her beautiful face aglow witk | contentment and peace. “I have run a whole block to over take you,” she said. “You are to turc right around and go with me,” and there was a ring of joy mingled withk tears in her dear voice. “l am to go with you—where? questioned Dawson, smiling and glad “To the editor of the magazine upor i whom you imposed such an open fraud. Oh, Mr. Dawson, you did ff all for me—for poor me, and I have found it out! And the editor hat found great promise in my work. An¢ I have a position under him, and he thinks, as I do, that you are the no blest man in the world, and a coming author. And if you can do as well or Turkey as you did on Mexico, he wil: order a new series of you, and—anc pay you a retainer in advance, if you need it.” The sun was shining brightly, as 1! only for those two children of the heart. She had caught his hand ir the fervor of her delight at finding him. What could come of it but love and what of such love but radiant lasting happiness? (Copyright, 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) GOOD TRICK ALASKANS PLAY Visitors Admit “Catch” Relieves Ther of Necessity of Spending Much Money for Hats. Senator William Alden Smith was companion- |, | smallest possible profit on each article, unfolded the paper. It was a pawn ticket. The card was enlightening. | conversing with a couple of prominent It told him that Miss Ainslee was Alaskan citizens who had come on “Margaret,” and gave her address. bere to urge congress to let loose of 8 The girl's face was gloomy, almost | little more money for developing that tragic, when she appeared at the door | territory. They were picturing Alasks of her room in a poor boarding house ' 88 & modern paradise. in response to Mr. Dawson's knock, | an hour later. A slight start and a flush told Dawson that Miss Ainslee remembered him, brief and casual as | had been their companionship at the editor's office. She stood aside in a somewhat confused way, and he en- tered the room. | “After you had left the editor’s of- fice,” he said, extending the little purse, “I found this.” “Oh, thank you,” responded Miss | Ainslee, “although it is of little value to give you all this trouble. Will you ! be seated?” ! Dawson glanced about the mean-ap pearing room, kept neatly, however, for all its sparse furnishment. They looked at one another. Then a smile crossed his face. | “There is not another word for me to say, and no excuse in the world for me to linger,” he said in his quaint, ' fmpetuous way, “yet I feel as it we need to say something to one another. | I am sure it is because we are both, ! what shall I say—writers? Further than that, it is because we are both— discouraged?” “Oh, never that!" declared Marga- ' ret Ainslee, brightening up. *“Of| course it is uphill work, but it may not be always so. I have some en- | couragement. I have some hopes of ' steady employment. It I could get' some series or department work, I could fill in occasional sketches and make quite a modest competence.” | Dawson sighed. He could not help ft. It was a forlorn life, his hack writing. Still, he felt he must not darken the sublime faith of this fair, struggling girl, who insisted on see- ing a golden haze on the distant hori- zon. He told her of the wants of various publications as he had gathered them. There was an especial demand for ! Turkish and Mexican sketches just now, At the end of an hour's chat he ; left Miss Ainslee better posted tham ' “Oh, I'm in sympathy with what yov want,” remarked the senator, “but it is a little difficult to enthuse over a country where it's so bloomin’ cold that you don’t dare go to the door for fear of freezing the front part of your face.” “But supposing the climate were like the winter resorts south of here— Asheville, N. 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