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THE GIRL DOWNSTAIRS
By Harold Carter
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
The best thing about Mrs. Simp
son't rooming house was its real pri
vacy. Nobody kflewanything about
anybody else, and Airs. Simpson
never gossiped. Rawlinson, on the
third floor, had often wondered as to
the identity of the pretty girl on the
ground floor. What did she do? She
wore stylish clothes and had just ap
peared in some furs that must have
cost every penny of $150. But Mrs.
Simpson would have frowned on an
inquiry and Rawlinson had to go on
He had not much leisure even for
that. He had been supporting him
self ever since he came to town by
the hardest kind of hack literary
work. Now he had practically re
ceived an order from a woman's
magazine for a story at $75.
He had had a story published in a
small magazine, and the editor had
dropped him a note saying that a
story of the same wholesome and
cheery type would be considered ac
ceptable at the price named. The ed
itor particularly wanted a whole
some story, with a strong "love in
terest." Rawlinson knew what 'love inter
est" meant. A story of a youthful
pair who committed follies for each
other's sake and how could he
write that sort of story when, even
at 25, he had begun to despair of ever
attaining success? When despair, not
love, was his dominant emotion.
He had puzzled his braiii for days,
but suddenly enlightenment came to
"I'll write a story," he said, "about
the sort of sweetheart I should like to
Once conceived, the plan was
swiftly put into execution. There
was a girl, simple, innocent and
sweet, and a young man suspiciously
like himself. But the hero showed ,
strong tendencies toward dumbness.
Here Rawlinson stopped. He hadn't
had a sweetheart since he was a lad
in the home town three years before.
He had almost forgotten Rawlin
sonblushed how one made love.
He had written about half the story
when he went out to the restaurant
where he took lunch. Coming in, he
met the girl on the ground floor out
side the entrance. She looked more
entrancing than ever. Rawlinson
raised his hat The girl bowed very
Somehow they fell to talking, and
she asked him into the parlor floor.
Q JjM& t:
You Mustn't Give Way," She Said.
She was about the same age as Raw
linson, but she might have been his
mother by the sympathetic way she
spoke and her apparent knowledge
of things. It was not long before the
young man had blurted out the story.
"And so you don't know how to
put in the love-making?" asked the
Rawlinson blushed again. "I well,
I guess it isn't altogether that," he
answered. "But you see I've almost
forgotten how a girl talks. It's been
a hard grind for me "