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THE "BRIGHT LIGHTS"
By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin. (Copyright by W. G. Chapman.) "She is too good .for me, but I um going to make myselfworthy of her," declared Roy Wilder. "As how, now?" question his Wunt and practical uncle, who oper--ated the weekly newspaper at Lipton and had made friends, a little money 'iMjftAA x - Roy Told of Far-Away Lipton. and felt that life was worth living every hour of the working day. "Why, I'll tell you, uncle," explain ed Roy. "I love Lesbia Thorne, as you know. I believe she knows that, too, and perhaps likes me a little in re turn.' I was at the commencement when sne graduated and the beautiful sentiments she spoke attracted me. She is a poor girl, but she has high ideals. I cannot help but believe it would dwarf all her ambitions to spend her life in a humdrum country village. She is going to try the city so am I!" Old James Ridgely shook his head slowly and sadly. Fondness and in dulgence were manifest in his kindly face and voice as he said: "Nephew, I won't blame you, but when you have seen the bright lights and tire of the lure of the magnet city and find out as I did once, that all that is fair to the sight, but at the core holding but bitter dust and blight, turn back to the old man and remember I am always your friend." Like some knight errant gaily and hopefully entering the lists to battle for some great cause, Roy Wilder re paired to the distant metropolis. He had only a little money and started out on his budding career with real sense and economy. He was fortu nate in finding a true friend, if one without much influence. This was a man considerably older than himself, one Rolfe Lismond. He was a cynic, he had gruffness for al most everybody. A "has-been," a fail ure he designated himself, managing to pick up a few crumbs from the overloaded table of literary lords who used his hack services when they were too indolent or incompetent to tackle subjects it meant hard work to traverse. He showed Roy the paths, and thorny ones they were. He educated him into the mysteries of cheap hall rooms and inexpensive lunches. His delight was to fill his old pipe even ings and sit dreaming while Roy told of far-away Lipton and its rural de lights. At the end of six months he had managed to work in Roy as an occasional writer of sketches for a society fad paper. Roy felt the meanness and disloy alty to his true soul principles every time he slurred rustic life, for it was because of his familiarity with coun try character that he was engaged. His publishers required satire, ridi- cule. He was obliged to deride the simplicity of the annbuncement that "Si Green was painting his front fence," or "Our pastor had a rousing donation party last week." In con- tradiction with this, he was com- timmmmmm