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Show . ; i c. etoeerins m that'' J .nat you've had a ' ,lme of It, but, heavens, nothing. Why, It's almost good ior you. lieineniber that erack of Eddy Guest's ahnul Ml takes a lot of livin' In a house to make it a home'? Well, It takes a heap of livin' to make B writer, everything else heing equal You start right awny to write another story. 1 want another one from you Inside of a mouth." She promised him that she would and then sat. elbows upoD the table, silently contemplating him as he received re-ceived the balance of his order from the waiter. What an estra-streiigth double-dear he was. She wondered with a poignant little regret why she could never see the slightest flicker of admiration for her person In his eyes, such as she had been accus torued to seeing In men's eyes ever since she had been thirteen or fourteen; four-teen; and then It came over her with terrible force, for the first time. Just why this was. She had been so used to thinking of herself, as herself, that she had forgotten what she had dune to herself, the plain apparel, the hideous spectacles, the hrir dyed out of synchronism with her natural vivid coloring. Suddenly, In frightful agi tatlon. she rose. "I must be going, Mr. Wurrill," she said stithy. "Aha!" he commented admiringly ; "the young authoress Is seized of another an-other plot, III bet, go on ho.ne and pound It out, see you Friday." She nodded hriefly aud walked out. leaving leav-ing Mr. Warrill to wondjr to himself why it was that Invariably good-look Ing girls v ere dumb, and smart. Intel ligent girls were plain looking. Now. that Miss Farrar. for instance; charm lug, Intelligent girl, but colorless, no taste for dress those distorting spec-racles. spec-racles. suppose one ought to wholly admire a girl fur hei intellectuality; hut t tie human imima. was so made that It wat Impossible so to do. Pis missing die wimle matter vith a shrug, he aimed ti his ste:ik. Too bad. tnouUi darn nice girl, but oh. so Diainl |