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CHAPTER XII—Continued
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farewell to arms. ‘It's just what
I expected would happen,’ she com-
mented, “after the little talk he and
I had last night.”
“Little talk? When? Where?”
night's conversation.
Mary was silent for a second;
then in a low voice, ‘I was terribly
depressed last night, Lelia.
Taylor had just asked me to go to
Florida with him, and I was so
when I came home and found Bali-
anci here . "
“Oh, Mary! I tried to tell you
ing but a roue all of his life!”
Mary leaned back against her pil-
low, her eyes closed. ‘I've been
an awful fool, Lelia," she confessed.
“Yes, darling, you have,” Lelia
agreed unflatteringly. “lI wouldn't
mention any of this to Linnie. We're
sailing day after tomorrow. There's
no need for her to be told. And
now you'll be able to settle down to
writing."
“Oh,
Aunt
afraid
rocks.
all.”
“Don’t say that, Mary. Nobody
could write under the conditions that
have been smothering you for the
past two mont} Wait till Linnie
and I sail. You'll have the apart-
ment to yourself then, darling; and
vou won't be seeing any more of
Balianci and Jerome Taylor.”
“Maybe you're right, Lelia, May-
be this is my chance to—to do my
stuff! In fact, 1 working up a
plot while lying here waiting for
you to wake up.”
I wouldn't think of telling
Linnie—ever! But, Lelia, I'm
my writing’'s gone the
I'm just no good at it, that's
on
was
Within an hour after she and Le-
lia had finished breakfast, Mary had
written her father a letter, secured
a money-order, and posted them to-
gether to Hawkinsville.
udge and Mrs. Byfield were giv-
ing a‘farewell lunch for Aunt Linnie
at one, but there were several hours
to spend between now and then, and
Mary decided to
Park, sit on a bench, and make a
conceived itself in her mind earlier
that morning.
The air was brisk, and a mid-
March sun shone valiantly through
the clouds. Invigorated by her walk,
happy beyond words to have sent
her father a money-order of such
substantial proportions, relieved
though humiliated by the outcome
of last night's happenings, she soon
found a bench on a quiet path in
the park, and sat down to think.
“Imitation of an author creating a
plot,” she told herself sarcastically;
but, nevertheless, found that a story
was actually brewing in her mind.
Finally, so enthralled by its intrica-
cies, and wishing to set down its
situations in black and white, she
extracted a pencil from her purse,
and began making notes on the cov-
ering of a package of face powder
she had just bought.
When Mary hastily glanced at her
watch it was a quarter past twelve!
The morning had flown by as if on
wings. She leapt from the bench,
and started swiftly towards Aunt
Linnie’'s apartment, eight blocks
away. She must dress and be at the
Colony by one.
The luncheon lasted, as might
have been expected, until half past
three. Mary sat grudgingly through
it all. She was impatient to be
off, to get to work; but she, Aunt
Linnie's niece, of all people, could
not be the first to make a move.
Finally, by mutual consent, the par-
ty came to an end.
Mary, having made her proper
adieux all around, started toward
the apartment on foot. She felt
dulled from having eaten so much
food in the middle of the day, and
she wanted exercise in the fresh air
to put her mind back on a working
basis.
Once home, she took a shower,
and slipped into her woolly bath-
robe. “lI believe I'll call up Mr.
Buchanan,’”’ she said to herself as
the icy water from the shower
poured over her body. ‘He's willing
to see me again and talk over my
so-called literary work, and now
that a plot is actually percolating
through my mind, it might be best
to accept that luncheon invitation
for Saturday."
Ten minutes later, she was on the
telephone, Miss Hickenlooper at the
other end. ‘‘Miss Hickenlooper,”
she began, that feeling of inferiority
which the woman's voice always in-
spired in her now flooding through
her mind, ‘‘this is Mary Loring.
May I-would it be possible--for me
to talk to Mr. Buchanan for a mo-
ment?"
It was, apparently, not so difficult,
after all, for within a very brief
moment, Phil Buchanan's voice
said, "Hello, Mary Loring! How are
you?”
“I'm all right,” Mary replied, her
self-possession having returned.
“How's Oscar?”
“Oscar's swell now, All his heaves
have left him.
note? Are you lunching
Saturday?”
“Yeo, 1 . ..”
“All right. That's fine.
with me
In
then, with a smilie,
she told herself, ‘he certainly
five
he
cents
apiece for them when buys
them!"
Aunt Linnie and Lelia were being
had come to the boat to see them
off, and cocktails were being drunk;
hasty kisses exchanged. Their state-
room, with the double beds, and yel-
Aunt Linnie and Lelia were be-
ing speeded on their way.
holes, was filled to capacity with
and baskets of fruit.
Lelia, looking swank in a jaunty
pulled Mary to side
Three incomparable orchids perched
gaily one lapel of her jacket.
“Mary,” she whispered, “‘I simply
Jim sent these
orchids to me!’ She was dewy-eyed
with excitement; lovelier than Mary
had ever seen her.
Aunt Linnie caught Mary in her
embrace. "Good-by, Mary, my dear
little girl. Have a good time, dar-
ling, and write your silly little head
completely off, if you like. But re-
member, my dear, Aunt Linnie still
one
on
"”
get yourself in a dither about plots.”
Phil Buchanan was
voort cafe when Mary arrived.
He saw her, looking very spring-
like and smart in her green wool
suit, as she approached his table.
“Hello there,” he said, rising from
his chair as if the action were some-
thing of an effort. “You're late. 1
thought you'd stood me up, or what-
ever the expression is. Sit down.
And what'll you have to drink? I've
just meandered through three high-
balls.”
“Nothing, thank you,”
turned, sitting down.
lop up an ‘old fashioned’ while bid-
ding my aunt and Lelia bon voyage.
They sailed for the West Indies at
noon, and, naturally, quite a party
was held in honor of their depar-
ture. Then, everybody seemed to
think we ought to wave to them till
they'd practically disappeared from
view. That's why I'm late.”
hil grinned at her. *‘All right,
Miss Mary Loring. All is forgiven.
Now let's order some food. I haven't
had nourishment for hours.”
Their order given, Phil got out his
usual crushed package of cigarettes,
and offered Mary one.
from your letter that you wanted to
give me a proper call-down today."
Buchanan regarded her with
amused eyes. “Yes, I do.”
“Well, go ahead! I'm prepared for
the worst! The stuff I've been hand-
ing in is tripe. You're disappointed
in me and . . ."
“Yes, I'm disappointed in you, but
I still have enough faith in your
ability to want you to keep on try-
ing. Listen-those last two stories
were-trash! You've fallen down
terribly since you did ‘At Sea.’ In
fact, it's hard to believe the same
person wrote ‘Their Son’ and ‘Con-
cerning Anne.’ What's the matter,
Mary? Been too busy running
around New York? You know, you
can’t be a socialite and an author at
the same time."
Mary looked down at the table,
the dark curtain of her eyelashes
hiding the tears that were near the
surface. “1 hate him,” she was
Shinking, jung by RA onde: a
maybe he's right, 's try-
ing to help me!” lard she said,
“Perhaps I'll be able to do better
work now. I'm to have Aunt Linnie’s
apartment while she and Lelia are
out at all.”
“Well, that ought to help,” Bu-
“Have you
last saw
Sr
you
She raised her eyes to him. *I
haven't exactly written anything,”
she finally said, “but I've formed an
idea for a new story, and I've typed
the outline.”
“Got it with you? .
with our shrimps.”
“Yes, I have it here in my purse.
I thought perhaps you-—that you
might ”
Mary took the two typed pages
from her purse, and silently handed
them to him. He unfolded
them.
Several minutes of silence fol-
lowed: then Phil Buchanan
across the table at her.
something there, Mary,
quietly.
self.
"
said
he
That's an excellent plot-
""
“You
I. x “11
va lly § it' 11
reaily i iti
make a
“Not a good sh ry.
ry for The National Weekly. But
material for a
EhrNE, P
ret wuts
ody
au
Mary
supposed it
a short
please you
ses } ¢
voivel
but I'd hoped
""
too In
was
short,
ficiently to .
“It pleases me enormously,” Bu-
chanan broke in. ‘It's great stuff,
but we never publish serials—and
that's what this should develop into.
After book public After
that, Hollywood production, perhaps.
You know, Mary, there are far big-
ger opportunities for this
mere publication The
Weekly. Now, if your
just measures up
that tion.
tale than
National
style of writ-
to the grand
te
in
the heap of lost hopes, When your
first story came in, I went about
telling everybody in the office I'd
made a find; but, later, when 1
read ‘Their Son’ and ‘Concerning
Anne,’ 1 was a little stymied, as
you would say. I thought I'd fallen
down as a hunting dog in search of
rare game. Now, I believe I'm about
to be vindicated.”
Mary smiled at him.
| ing my outline’'s made me forget
| everything else in the world! I'm
going to get busy on it the minute
1 reach home.”
“Your lik-
CHAPTER XIII
Mary wrote all that evening, and
far into the morning. Now freed of
the loathsome complex that she
must marry somebody, now spurred
{ on to new literary ambitions by Phil-
| lip Buchanan's approval of her out-
| line, and temporarily relieved of
financial worries, she had started
her novel with a light heart and a
clear head. Phil Buchanan had giv-
en her any number of valuable sug-
gestions; e remembered them all,
Situation after situation presented
| itself, and sa actorily worked out.
Page after page.
“Storm on the Mountain’ was com-
ally exhausted, yet mental-
abnormal
elated to an almost
degree, Mary glanced at the chr
um and blue t n the m
It was three o'clock in the mc
g. ‘Perhaps I'd better stop,
told herself. “Mr. Buchanan said not
to write too long at a stretch
the beginning, or my thoughts would
go sluggish on me. And I've been
at it since eight o'clock last night!”
She piled her typed sheets togeth-
er in numerical succession, covered
her typewriter, and turned out the
lights. Everythi 5t
| as it was, ready for work on e
coming day.
'
she
in
ih
u
me ages
17" Mary
aly
write a fu
asked, thinking of the
ill-length nov
all-important
1 a hurry.
“Not necessarily.” Buchanan re.
plied. “Your outline having been
created will facilitate matters; and
you say your aunt and Lelia Orms-
by have flitted to the South, and
you'll have the apartment to your-
self for several weeks."
Mary nodded “At least
Maybe longer. They're thinking of
leaving the ship at Jamaica, if
they find they like it awfully well,
and staying there a while”
“Well, even four weeks is a lot of
SETIOUS,
at once.
businesslike and boyish all
“Make up your mind to cut
out the frivolity. Go to bed early
Get up early. Stick to your type-
writer at least six hours a day, and
forget New York's a swell town in
which to have a good time."
“Maybe I can do it!” Mary ex-
claimed, too excited to eat. ‘‘May-
be 1 really can do it!"
to
dies!” Buchanan offered lazily. “I
she does, well--so much the better!
You haven't touched your food,
Go on and eat! Don't ever,
no matter what happens, let genius
“1 am rather excited,” Mary con-
fessed, and cut into her steak.
“So am lL."
“You?”
Phil grinned at her. "Because
my first glowing opinion of your
ability hasn't had to be thrown into
The next few days flew swiftly by,
undisturbed by outside interests, the
apartment devoid, hour after hour,
of all sound except for the tap-tap
of Mary's typewriter. Then,
| Wednesday morning, came a
phone call from Phillip Buchanan.
“Thought I'd call up and see how
you're getting on with “Storm on the
Mountain,’ ”’ he said without pre-
ambile.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Buchanan,” Mary
returned. “Why, 1 believe it's go-
ing along fairly well. I've finished
| four chapters.’
“What? Really? Well, I'd call that
swell! I'd like to read them.”
“Would you—honestly?”
“Yes, 1 want to see if you've intro-
duced your characters properly,
| and if you're bringing out the high
on
teie-
| spots of those opening chapters will
the force that you should. Are you
doing anything tonight? Will you
have dinner with me, and go over
the chapters afterwards?”
Mary hesitated. “Go over the
chapters?’ But where? She couldn't
read them to him in a restaurant!
Did he mean Aunt Linnie's apart
ment or his own? And would her
mother approve? Yet, this was New
| York. not Hawkinsville, and it would
be silly and provincial to go “‘pris-
sy”’ on this man who usually acted
as if he positively disliked her.
“Yes.” she finally replied, “I'd like
| to have dinner with you tonight, and
| it's generous of you to want to help
me with the novel.”
“All right,” Buchanan replied.
“I'll tell Spike to scare up some-
thing for us to eat, and I'll drop
| around for you at seven.”
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One has won a great battle when
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it's true, none the less, and you can
purpose, relates Jerry
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You can rent a dog, and a fancy
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This all began five years ago, and
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Then there were fashion shows
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course the bulk of the shop's busi-
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purposes. But the rental trade has
grown rapidly.
Each dog is trained to obey the
person holding the leash, but the
dogs seem to know their business
and soon learn their temporary
masters. When one job is done the
dog can go along to a new master
without difficulty.
One big St. Bernard has an un-
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The dog used to be a kidnap guard,
but today he reclines behind a bar
in a tavern, trained to jump at the
throat of the next person who en-
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