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A Bond of Sympathy
By ELLA RANDALL PEARCE.
HE young woman in the little
I studlo under the eaves turned
petulantly from her easel to
see the young man of the window op
posite regarding her with what seem
ed to her at that moment to be im
pertinent curiosity,
“There's that mars” cuflnf at me
again!” she thought resentfully, “It's
awful to have windows so close that
u can't glance out without looking
{xl‘to other people's rooms.”
She worked a few minutes with an
air of dignified unconcern; but the
kering lines between her dolicate
t::v- were deepening. She was un
comfortably conscious of that woll
Jean figure and serious boylsh face
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her unknown nelghbor. But this was
not all. Something was wrong with
her working mood,
“I haven't a decent idea this morn -
Ing." she reflected. “Look at those
Cuplds—as pudgy and uninteresting
As can be!™ She daubded a bit of color
on a cherub-like face and Klggled ner.
vously. “There, I've made him look
llke & bad case of sunburn. It's no
use—] can't work with——with "
She cast another glance between her
frilly sash curtains and her frown
deepened. “I can't work with that
Impertinent fellow staring at me.”
She rose and stood for an instant
stff and sasive behind her case
ment glass, gen an arm shot up and
& liner: shade was drawn with sig-
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Inmmt celerity between the young
‘woman In her little studio under the
eaves and the observant young man
of the window spposite,
- For a moment Lols stood tensealy
behind the darkening screen. A sud.
den mmon of feeling made heor
repentant. That last (Mmro of the
offender's face had sapped her anger,;
more than that, it had carried an ap
peal that wrenched her heart-strings.
She turned aslde and looked at her
walun’ eanel moodily. Then, slipping
out of her enfolding apron, she
fluflod up her hair, put on a short
et and qullled sallor hat and
went out into the sarly atuumn sun
shine. Two hours later she was sip
ping tea with a friend, a mature
woman who had been her confidant
and adviser since ahr had come from
her home in the hills to the busy
town
“My dear, you're tired—that's what'y
the matter,” Mra. Keppler was saying
soothingly. “Your life is one-sided;
too much work and not enough ’w
“But I love my work and am
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Sgwfl‘"” Jcomng!
to be getting on. I'm not a blighted
genius, you know; eating my heart
out because I'm doomed to paint post. ‘
cards instead of masterpleces.”
Lols laughed and nibbled on home
made ginger cookie. But her com
panion shook her head pagely.
. "I know. But ome can have too
much of work even when the heart's
In It sald Mrs., Keppler patiently,
“*You're lonely, too. It's too bad you
don’t know some nice young man, Just
the right sort.” She looked thought .
fuilly at Lois' fine, sensitive face with
nut(y amber hair encircling it like an
Aurecle. “That reminds me, dear. 1
have another friend from the coun.
try; ambitious and lonely like your
self. 1 knew his mother well and—"
“Oh! A nice young man.” Lois
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“I fancy he's & nice m‘ man.” re.
plied Mrs. Keppler . “But he
is used to wide spaces and hospitable
folks. The I& bores and cramps
him. He'll down 'flc " w
and make good. He's the
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Emily Has Something Up Her Sleeve—Besides Her Ar
don Electric Company, and he lives in
your neighborhood -in Arlington
place.”
“Why, the next street, back of
Haddon Hall. Arlington place is only
one block long.” Lols was sitting
straighter and her eyes had begun to
sparkle. “What does your nice young
man look 'tke, Mr. Keppler?*
“lLdke a thousand others in the elty,
except when you look right into his
eyves—and they're different. [ never
taw such handsomer, honest eyes,
very dark, very keen, very serious.”
“And given to staring.” murmured
Lols. “Is he short or tall?” |
“Tall and rather thin, but nothing
weakly about him. Good physique,
you know; but reedy, like his moth.
er” Mrs. Keppler laughed in her
qong good-natured way. “I'l confess,
my dear. I've been trying to bring
you two lonaly souls hm but I've
failed, 2’. Philip's Mh: tpb:-.
nograph Ma& " says
me it all the when he's home,
he's brought home red geraniums
and set them on hiv window sill,”
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NOW, LET THE MATTER DRoP ' ANSWER TO-MORROWr ”
And This Boy Ought to Know
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“Yes, I know,” murmured Lols; and
A flush began to steal across her falr
checks. “But why haven't I met him,
then? What's the matter?”
“I guess llt's the perversity of
Fate,” smiled Mrs. Keppler. “Or else
Philip Strang 1s timid. I teld him
about you, and he was coming here
today, 1 thought we would have tea
together; and he's 5o fond of my cook
les. They're made by a recipe of his
mother's.”
“But why didn't he come?” persist.
ed Lols. “I think he doesn't want to
meat me.”
"Oh, my dear! He's been most anx.
sous; fi‘ that's why I wouldn't tell
rou ore. You're ::cn & perverse
ittle person sometimes. He was com-
Ing today, as I sald; but I got a
phone message about an hour befors
‘o« Came In that he could not keep
is :;\polntment“ 'lm:othtng had hap
perél unex y, he said.”
“Oar~ ml’:'c'tue WaSs erimson now,
and she leaned it down upon her
clasped hands to conceal it I
By Geor;m
The message from Phillp Strang
had come one hour before her ap
pearance in Mrs. Keppler's apart
ment; one hour after an irate, dis
dainful young woman in her little
studio under the eaves had rebukingly
interposed a linen shade between her.
tels and a wistful, lonely young man
in his window opposite!
Bhe rose ‘;o Ko, smiling sweetly,
“Ask your nice young man to come
again, Mrs. Keppler,” she purred.
“You've got m einterested, And--tell
him I want to meet him, Tell him—
I'm sorry he didn't come today."
Lois flashed Into her studio with
spirited buoyanecy. She slipped into
her big apron and faced her easal,
smiling deflantly at the pudgy, unat
tractive Cupids. “When [ get through
with you"-—she bhegan, flourishing her
brush--"you'll all look as happy as if
~aß If you'd been eating Mrs, Kep
peler's ginger cookies
Then she turned and looked hope.
Illy between her frilly sash curtains,
The window opposite was open, and
stralns of automatic musio drifted out
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glowed on the sill. As Lols watched,
the music ceased; and a tall, lean fig
ure appeared; then, at sight of her,
seemed about to retreat.
But what he saw in that dries mo
ment c?und Phillp ‘&tr:n:‘uto pause
and to look again w 1 ayes.
His little neighbor of the ltuM
fi"' he had liked to watch; the girl
e had hoped to meet; the girl who
had given him such a crushing rebuke
that very morning-—was 100 at
him with direct, beseeching eyes,
as he walted with his heart
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friendly smile across the narrow ,
and disappeared, :
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