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"Poor boy! I understand quite well.
Now I tell you what we will do. You
haven't any engagement tonight,
. "No," stammered Rawlinson.
"Then we'll take dinner somewhere
together and you shall see how I talk
and put me into your story. You see,
I want you to make it a success, be
cause I know myself what it is to be
up against it"
He could hardly restrain himself
from too earnest a declaration of
gratitude. It was practically his first
friendship, and a woman's friendship
meant a great deal to him. When
she was ready and came out of her
room, neatly dressed, in the expen
sive furs, he felt that he would like
to have her at his side forever.
In the restaurant she drew him out
further. Before the evening wal end
edhe had told her all about his home
and his struggles in New York.
"You musn't give way," she said.
"Everybody who has accomplished
anything has had to go through just
what you have experienced. That
story once printed in the magazine
may lead to other orders. And then
it will be an advertisement for you.
Cheer up, Mr. Rawlinson!"
He left her in high elation, and
with the promise that she would lis
ten to him reading the story to her
on the following Saturday afternoon.
Rawlinson, gathered that Miss Ar
thur was herself connected with some
publishing house, from the way in
which she spoke. She knew many of
the leading people in the literary
field, and wanted to give him some
introductions. But his pride revolt
ed against accepting this kindness,
and she had had the tact to see and
not to press the matter.
On Saturday, when he entered her
pretty room to read his story, he felt
that they were already old friends.
She did not interrupt while he was
reading it, but when he had finished
"1 think that is a splendid story,
Mr. Rawlinson, although I don't re-
cognize myself in your heroine. At
least, the hero must have been a very
impetuous young man. I should
change that love scene. No girl could
fall in love as fast as that."
"But she might later?" asked
Rawlinson, and he was conscious of
waiting for her answer as if his whole
fate depended on it
Miss Arthur blushed. "She might
later," she admitted; and then
Rawlinson's hopes went high up in
He knew already that he loved her.
He had dared to surmise that she was
not indifferent to him. But how many
years must lie between that love and
"I am going to end it in a note of
hope on the hero's part, then," he
"That's capital, Mr. Rawlinson.
One can always hope."
He rewrote the story in accordance
with Miss Arthur's suggestions and
sent it in. For three days' he waited
with a heart that thumped every
time the postman's whistle was
heard. On the third morning a let-
tier came from the magazine. He
tore it open, inside was a check for
When Rawlinson gathered courage
to read the letter he found that it
contained besides an acceptance a
suggestion for another story. And
the signature, which had formerly
been impersonal, was now "Julia Ar
thur.' It was the girl below. He had heard
a friend address her as Julia once. He
could not be mistaken. He ran down
stairs. He was a mixture of emotions;
joy, indignation, hurt: pride. So she
had accepted the story to help him!
But when he rapped at the door
and she came out, and stood before
him, he could say nothing, but only
stared at her speechlessly. The girl
beckoned him in. And again she
seemed to understand his feelings
though he had not spoken.
"Now you musn't be foolish, Mr.
RaWlinson," she said. ! did knoV