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me to pass away the time," she said.
And Lawlor was stricken into si
lence. Because, in his heart, he
knew that the girl's words were true.
"I suppose I won't see nothing of
you after you get back to the city,"
pursued Miss Moore rather unmerci
fully. "Yes," stammered Jimmy. "I mean
what I say, Lizzie."
"We'll see," answered the girl
moodily, and that was all. And Jim
my never kissed her again, even
when he said good-by.
v Yes, Jimmy felt that he had made
a fool of himself. He had the girl's
address. But he did not mean to call
on her. He realized the difference in
their station. He knew that such an
alliance could work nothing hut
harm to both of them. And he tried
to put the girl's picture out of his
mind.
That fall was not a favorable one
for him. He seemed to have struck
one of those slack periods that even
the most accomplished artist occa
sionally meets. Assignments were
few and far between. And, worst of
all, Miss Dewey held off the arrange
ment. "I think she wants to make the
agreement, Jimmy," said the editor
of the Wayfarer. "But she's a pe
culiar young woman. Impulsive er
ratic one moment she will and the
next she won't, I'll give you a tip,
Jimmy. Don't press the matter and
she'll probably come around of her
own accord. We're not losing sight
of the matter, I assure" you."
A note which the young man had
written to Miss Dewey remained un
answered. Lawlor gradually gave up
hopes of making the agreement. He
became moody and dissatisfied. His
bank balance was being slowly de
pleted. He was not in fear of pover
ty, but he began to realize which
was an excellent thing for him that
he was not yet such a great man as
he thought himself to be.
And, as the weeks went by, Lawlor
began to realize that he had by no
means forgotten Miss Lizzie Moore.
In fact, with the increase of time he
began to picture her clearly. Her
gentle nature, her flawless character,
her mind, only awaiting cultivation
to remove its surface blemishes. And
one night he came to a momentous
decision.
He dug up the address and wrote
her a letter, reminding her of his
promise and apologetically referring
to the business which had prevented
him from redeeming it before.
Back came a little letter. She had
never forgotten him, but thought he
had forgotten her. She would be
glad to see him on the evening he
had suggested, at 9 o'clock, and
"Mother is looking forward to meet
ing the fine gentleman friend I told
her about."
Jimmy winced at the wording but
he called.
When he stopped at the door of the
apartment house his first thought
was that Miss Lizzie must be a serv
ant. Surely no saleslady could af
ford to live in such a place. But,
seeing Miss Moore's card in the box
he pressed the button. And, as the
door clicked open, he knew that he
was moving to his fate.
But on the top story he stood still
in amazement. Was this Miss Moore,
this beautiful woman in black even
ing gown, who stood smiling before
him, and, still smiling at his discom
fiture, invited him to enter? (
The apartment was furnished with
elegant taste, from the shaded lamp
to the oriental rugs on the floor. And,
standing in the center of the room,
Lawlor still looked hard at the girl
and did not know what to say.
"Forgive me, Mr. Lawlor," she
whispered, placing -a hand on his
arm. "Don't you know who I am?"
"Miss Mary Dewey!" stammered
Lawlor, suddenly recognizing the
portrait which he had seen in some
magazine or other.
"I have done very wrong," said the
girl contritely. "But I didn't know
you would be in the Catskills when I
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