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have ever seen. I noticed that it ad
vfirtises Ward &-Chandler, dealers in
art goods. Couldn't you get me one,
"I shall certainly try," he replied.
"I'll start after it right now."
. "You won't forget., Here," added
Phyllisin her quick, impetuous way,
"this will be a reminder."
She unstrung a bit of pink ribbon
from her neck, aiid, brushing aside
his outer coat, affixed the delicate
fragment to a button on the dhner
one. "When -will I see you again?"
"This evening, if you have no ob
jection." "Have I ever had?" challenged
Phyllis, "only , no seriou's lecture,
dear friend!" and she emphasized the
"Phyllis is simply impossible!" ut
tered the young man, as he left the
grounds of the Eastbiirn home. "I
hope I haven't made the impression I
fear, or am I a niisguifled boob, imag
ining that Bhe cares anything tor
me? 1 hope, not All the same, dear
artless creature that she is, if I had
not met Nellie, it might have all come
Ray ' went his way. , He visited
Ward & Chandler's forthwith. He
stated his mission. The store man
ager smiled as he preferred his re
quest for the calendar.
"Sorry," he said, "we" have had
constant calls for that calendar, al
though it is two years since we dis
tributed a limited number, . dne of
our new .ones, now "
"No," demurred Ray. "A young
lady friend of mine was particularly
attracted byy the one I described,
'Dear Heart' it was called, I think."
"""You're right,7' nodded the man
ager. "It was quite a hit 'for Paul
Winters, the artist who made the
'" Who's he?" inquired Ray.
"A young artist, and say, I think
we have his address. Yes, here it is,"
and consulting a card, he an
nounced "Webster buildinjr."
"Thank you," spoke Ray, and ten
minutes later reached the address
given. The building was given over
to offices and studios. He arrived at
a room on its top floor, to be admit
ted to a dingy, poorly furnished
apartment. A young man with a
worn but intellectual face answered
to Paul Winters, and Ray stated the
object of his calj. The artist's face
was illuminated by a- transient smile.
'1 am pleased to think that my
humble effort is prized so highly,"
"IVliss Eastburn tells me that the
favce in your picture has appeared to
her i as the most beautiful she has
ever seen," explained Ray.
"It's original was that of my moth
er when she was aVoung girl," said
the artist reverently, in a low; in
tense tone. "If you will leave me the
address I will send a copy to Miss
Eastburn. I think I know where I
qan get one." s.
"And any expense you may be put
to," began Ray, but the other
silenced him with a quick gesture of.
prfde'and that was the end of the in
terview. Ray left the place, feeling
that tie surroundings and appear
ance of this gracious donor did not
indicate freedom from illness, per
haps poverty, but he saw no way to
follow out an impulse to proffer" aid
that appealed lo his sympathetic
It was the next day that Phyllis,
running down the front steps of her
home, nalted with a shock. A young
man who walked as though weak or
ill had advanced from the street into
the grounds. Suddenly he tottered,
sank to a rustic seat, closed his eyes
and fell over to one side, prostrated.
There was something in his face
that, at once attracted Phyllis. She
started in speedy comprehension as
a roll dropped from his hand, and,
spreading open, revealed the coveted
calendar poster. Then she sped back
into the house, reappearing with her
elder brother and excitedly chatter
ing forth her suspicion that the in