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have evereen. I noticed that it ad
vertises Ward & Chandler, dealers in
art goods. Couldn't you gefc-me one,
"I shall certainly try," he replied.
"I'll start after it right now."
i "You won't forget. Here," added
Phyllis in her quick, impetuous way,
"this will be a reminder."
l She unstrung a bit of pink ribbon
from her neck, and, brushing aside
his outer coat, affixed the delicate
fragment to a. button on the inner
one. "When will J see you again?"
"This evening, if you have no ob
"Have I ever had?" challenged
Phyllis, "only no serious lecture,
dear friend!" and she emphasized the
"Phyllis is simply impossible!" ut
tered the young man, as he left the
grounds of the Eastburn home. "I
hope I hayen't made the impression I
fear, or am I a misguided boob, imag
ining that she cares anything for
me .' l nope not. All tne same, dear
artless creature that she is, if I had
not met Nellie, it might have all come
, Ray went his way. He visited
i 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. One of
our new ones, now"
"No," demurred Ray. "A young
. lady friend of mine was particularly
attracted by the one I described,
'Deal" Heart' ij. was called, I think."
t """You're right," 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 building."
"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 rbom 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 call. The artist's face,
was illuminated by a transient smile.
"I am pleased to think that my
humble effort is prized so highly,"
"Miss Eastburn tells me that the
face in your picture has appeared to
her as the most beautiful she has
ever seen," explained Ray.
"It's original was that of my moth
er when she was a young girl," said
the artist reverently, in a low, in
tense tone. "If you will leave7 me the
address I will send a copy to Miss
Eastburn. I think I know where I
can get one."
"And any expense you may be put
to," began Ray, but the other
silenced him with a quick gesture of
pride and that was the end of the in
terview. Ray left the place, feeling
that the 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 to 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 s&mething 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